#mascara is if he's still pretending to be normal

[arieswritez]

yandere mark nsfw alphabet😳😳 loved the idea

cw; DARK CONTENT! MDNI!!! rape, breeding/baby trapping, dacryphilia, asphyxiation, abusive 'relationships', edging, predator/prey dynamics, nipple play, kidnapping, food tampering, mentions of suicidal ideation, threats of violence, implied death, manipulation, victim blaming, branding, mentions of incapacitation.

about; nsfw alphabet ft. cray cray mark x gn! reader xx a/n; a couple of u asked for this so here it is :D not edited & straight off the dome so excuse any grammatical errors. will edit if necessary xx

A= Aftercare

'aftercare' with yandere mark is patronizing and condescending. a lot of shushing, wiping your tears, and asking why you're so upset. you asked for this with all your fucking cock teasing. it couldn't have been that bad, i mean, he did make you cum! why can't you just let good things happen to you? ;(

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

mark loves your eyes <3 it's the first thing he's noticed from you. how they seemed to gleam and widen while you gave him your undivided attention. he can't count the amounts of times he had to excuse himself and jack off in the bathroom: imagining how your eyes would water with his cock stuck down your throat. or the way your eyebrows would furrow while he jack hammered into you.

C= Cum

yan mark definitely likes marking you with his cum. he likes to see it dripping off your face, along your belly, your thighs, but most importantly, he loves it when he watches it drip out of you. whether you can get pregnant or not - and good luck if you can - there's just something primal about cumming inside of you. marking you in and out.

D= Dirty secret

he's a masochist just as much as he's a sadist. his little obsession with you caused him to get a tattoo of your name <3 right at his adonis belt 🥺 so everytime he's in too deep,, your hands desperately try to hold his hips back,, and your blunt nails dig into the curved lines of your name. it never fails to make his eyes roll into the back of his head 🫶🏽🤭

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

canon typical mark is (was) a blushy lil virgin but yan!mark has a tad bit more experience. he's attractive, he's funny, he knows how to play into the slightly awkward charm that got you to lower your defenses. so it's safe to say it isn't hard to find random hookups every now and then.

it's not all about his experience. he just knows what you like.

you may not know it, but he's. . done his research. and by that i mean, he's logged into your computer or your phone and looked through your browser history. he knows what kind of porn you like. and some of those things are borderline freaky. here you are, acting all innocent, like you wouldn't hurt a fly. or high and mighty like no one would ever dare snuff out your flame.

who would've known you were such a desperate slut?

but that's okay! because he's willing to do anything to satisfy you. . or humiliate you by making you cum. he feels it takes you down a peg, when he pins you down and makes you cum even though you don't want to. even though your mind is racing a mile a minute, trying to hold your climax back while he plays with your clit/cock.

unbeknownst to you, he's watched you masturbate. knows the right amount of pressure & speed that gets your toes curling. he knows you so well & he can't wait to learn more about you 💕

F= Favorite position

mark loves watching you squirm beneath him. most importantly, he loves taking you down. he might even make you think you can get away. the chase, the constant cat and mouse you'd subject him to used to be torture. your teasing, the occasional sliver of skin as you stretched, the way you'd lay your head on his lap as the two of you watched television, the way you'd grin when he blushed. . and the wrestling. god, the play wrestling.

he used to let you win. but now. . now this is real. there's real consequences. so he makes you think you can kick him off while you flail. maybe even lets you get up and run. your elbows are all scuffed during the struggle and he's given you a busted lip, but he lets you think you've won.

god knows he'll catch up eventually.

the games he'd play made you cocky. you thought you were stronger than him instead of considering that it was just him playing nice. so he loves to watch the look of defeat, of deception, anger, and disappointment towards yourself when it's revealed he could've had his way with you all along.

he loves to be on top.

but sometimes,

sometimes,

he likes it when you're on top. some things never change. and lets just say he didn't always let you win play wrestling just because he was trying to be a gentleman. but because he liked the way your weight felt on top of him as you grinned triumphantly, pinning his wrists down.

now, of course, things have changed. he can't let you have all the control. pity. but he forces you to ride him: his hand wrapped around your throat. he could really hurt you if he so much as wanted to. . something he hisses into your ear whenever your pace so much as falters. he makes you work for it. and it takes longer to make him cum when you ride him. fear makes you clumsy, makes your legs shake more, and you're sore and achy and tired, which makes it all the more fun.

so i think his fave is when he forces you to be on top :)

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

yan!mark teases you a lot. comments on how many times he's made you cum, pinches your nipples just to hear you squeal. he's only ever quiet and serious when he's in a bad mood.

H= Hair

mark's trimmed but not necessarily shaved.

you, on the other hand, have to be shaved. not because he finds it unattractive (if anything, it makes him feral. makes him feel like you're something meant to be conquered, something to be domesticated. controlled.)

hence his decision to have you shaved at all times. it's about control.

he forces you into the bath tub and watches as you shave, making sure you're all pretty for him. no, you don't get a say in the matter. you're his little doll. he'll do whatever he wants to you.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

mark is rough. depending on the situation, he may start off slower, softer, easing into you while his words are pure venom. he's grinding into you, making you hiccup, because this type of 'love making' should be reserved for couples. not whatever the two of you have got going on. but of course, he speeds up. roughing you up the more into it he gets.

he's rough regardless of who the object of his affection is, but he's definitely rougher if you're on the masculine side. yan!mark doesn't like to be challenged. he doesn't like talk back. he doesn't like you running around thinking you're big and bad. so he has to knock you down a peg. force you to understand he's stronger than you.

he chokes you out, squeezing your throat until your vision spots. he likes to watch your face change colors. and when your mouth opens, desperately trying to suck in air, he spits onto your tongue 💗

likes it when you - confident, and tough, walking like nothing can ever hurt you - beg him to let you go. beg him not to kill you.

because, sometimes, you fear he just might.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

he does! but when he gets you, there's really no need for that <3

when he hadn't kidnapped you, he'd masturbate all the time. it was the only way to relieve himself. like i rambled about before, he'd steal your underwear and cum into them, use them as tissues to wipe his abdomen clean.

secretly takes pictures of you - upskirts if you wear 'em,, or just candids. cums to your most mundane selfies.

if the two of you were close before he kidnapped you, debbie would send you all types of homemade treats. sweet or savory, whatever it was; you loved debbie's cooking. what you didn't know was that mark would add a little bit of his own . . twist to them. when you'd steal bites of his food, you always wondered why his tasted differently to yours.

and the way he'd stare at you as you ate, jesus.

you thought he just liked the way you'd wolf down whatever his mom cooked. turns out he just liked watching you eat his cum.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

BREEDING!!! whether you can get pregnant or not, he loves the idea of claiming you for a lifetime. of changing your life and forcing you to carry his child. watching you grow round and hormonal. he knows he'd have to keep you on a tight leash; lest you do something you'll regret in order to escape your fate. but it'll be worth it. because after nine months, you'll have another life to look after. you'll be on edge all the time, protecting a fragile, little life, because you can't trust mark to do it.

after all, if you're really bad, he can always get rid of it. start all over again. and you wouldn't want that, would you~?

dacryphilia.

there's nothing like watching you cry. when you'd confide in him about your troubles, when you'd cry on his shoulder, seek solace in his company for whatever reason, and cry. . it'd be really hard to hide his erection. the first time you let yourself cry in front of him was a day he'd never forget. he couldn't stop thinking about it since. wonders if you tear up when someone fucks you. (you do. you will)

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

mark doesn't care where he takes you as long as he's got you. it can be in public or not, just as long as he takes you to the secondary location he'll keep you prisoner in. if it's in the au where nolan & him team up, there will be a compound with all the rebels. you'd be at the top floor in a comfy little penthouse. a gilded cage overlooking the remains of your burned city.

i think he'll first want to fuck you in a place where there'll be no interruptions. if it isn't in the au where him & nolan conquer earth, he knows how to play his role. doesn't want to risk being found raping you. he'll most likely fuck you in a place you hold dear to your heart. your bedroom, could be an example.

because wherever that safe space may be, you won't be able to stand being there without thinking about him.

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

he likes it when you act so sure of yourself. when someone's a bit cocky and bossy. it's nice to break you.

it is a whole lot easier when someone's shyer, though. wallflowers always blend into the background.

no one misses them when they go missing.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

there's almost nothing mark won't do to you, sorry ;( even if he doesn't like it. . even if you both don't like it. . he'll always find a way to humiliate you if you've been bad. so it's advised you be on your best behavior if you really don't want him to do some fucked up shit to you. & believe him: it hurts him more than it hurts you!!

all he's ever wanted was to own you.

you were meant for him.

so why fight?

you both know you're not getting out of this alive

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

mark doesn't always give head unless it's to put you in your place. just to show you that he can make you cum and theres nothing you can do about it.

but he makes you choke on him all the time. he's impatient, forcing your head down and hiking his hips up to meet your face. if you've pissed him off, he'll pinch your nose and hold you down. loves to feel your nails dig into the bulk of his thigh. sometimes, you'll make him bleed. he doesn't care.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

mark doesn’t last very long BUT he’s got a very short refractory period and can go for countless rounds. by the time you cum once, he’s already cum like three times and he’s ready for more. by then, he’s already fucked dumb. so your next orgasms will be forced out of you, roughed up and overstimulated as his cum leaks out of you, his cum acting as lube and making the slide intoxicatingly easy.

Q= Quickie

basically non-existent. he loves giving you his undivided attention. and he never stops after one round ;(

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

he loves trying new things with you. he's spent so much time fantasizing about you that he doesn't even know where to start the first time he gets his hands on you. he'll most likely force fuck you more than once in a day the first time he gets the chance to.

S= Stamina

(see pace <3)

T= Toys

loves using toys on you. if you’ve used them before him, he’ll force you to use them in front of him. it doesn’t take long before he takes control: grabbing them and fucking you with them. edging you. if you cum, then it’s only fair he cums, too, right? and you don’t really like that much ;( so best hold it in <3

U= Unfair (how do they tease? edge?)

mark loves to tease and edge you.

you say you hate him. you can't stand him touching you.

you bite and you snarl, kick and punch, yet when he has you pinned, edging you for hours on end. . you end up breaking. begging him to make you cum. of course, he coaches you through it. tells you he'll leave you alone once you cum, he promises. yet he drags it out for so long. hearing you ask to cum instead of asking him to stop is music to his ears.

except, mark is a liar. you shouldn't trust him.

he just ends up overstimulating you after you cum😒

V= Volume

lots of whispering and hissing, talks very quietly and carefully. you'd think he'd be loud. . but he's not. and despite the fact that he may say vile, disgusting things to you, he whispers them to you so nicely. . if he were saying anything else it'd be sweet. he's so patronizing ;( whimpers in your ear when he's close.

W= Wild card

really into pain.

since he's got his powers, it's not very often that he feels pain. sure, there are some fights with villains - while he's out playing the perfect hero in the mean time - that give him a few flashes of pain. but that's once a blue moon.

nothing compares to you.

you fight him like you're afraid he might kill you. and he might. but it's never his intention ;( he knows what kills and what doesn't (trust him) &, believe it or not, he doesn't want to lose you. but you fight him with such intensity he has to manhandle you more than he'd like.

your hits are surprisingly hard. you claw at him and punch and kick, and he's thought about breaking your legs more times than he can count - he still might if you catch him on a bad day - but then that'd leave you completely immobilized and that's really no fun. because he likes it when you make him bleed. he likes it when your hands slap against his face and when your nails try to claw his eyes out. he wears the bruises and the cuts you give him like badges of honor and he loves to bite his busted lip when he's close to cumming.

he loves it when you hurt him. and he loves it when he ends up winning, anyway.

X= X-ray (size)

5-6in & THICK. really pretty w/ plump balls. he cums SO much.

Y= Yearning (sex drive level)

he's got a HIGH sex drive.

you've teased him for so long he doesn't think he'll ever get enough of you. and there's nothing you can do to stop him. if the two of you weren't close - if the two of you weren't friends, etc. - there's nothing you can do to lay low. you'll catch his attention sooner or later and he'll weasel his way into your life before you even realize it. his intentions would appear pure at first. he'd be so caring, wondering if you're doing okay, and protective; who were you talking to? i don't think they're good for you~

and you listened. because it's mark you're talking about. but if you truly knew him, you'd realize his accusations were actually projections.

Z= Zzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

falls asleep fairly quickly after he's wrung himself dry. but that's only IF he's already taken you hostage. if he so happens to assault you while the two of you aren't where he'd like to keep you, he takes you there, first. coupled with his strange idea of aftercare, he is fairly affectionate. or as affectionate as you'd expect him to be, anyway. always with a hint of menace: he'd hold you tight against him, an arm around your waist and the other wrapped around your throat. making sure you don't so much as think about straying away from him 💗💗

[chaosandmarigolds]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN- sorry, what do you meeean Simon literally cannot utter the words I love you?

I mean, yeah he can. But it felt empty.

So he normally did it through actions, helping you carry things, morning coffee, buying a dvd version of that movie you liked to have backup ‘just in case’

He shows it through touches, kisses on the nape of the neck on sleepy mornings, trapping you like a oversized dog in your own bed (didn’t hear that from me)

“You’re late.”

“Im so sorry sir, my dog-“

“I thought you were allergic?”

He likes this. He thought it was right. He never thought that you needed to hear the words.

“Do you love me?”

Screaming silence all expect for the car radio that hummed through the air, your eyes glassy and mascara threatening to run.

“Simon, please-“

“I…give me a minute.”

He tried to pretend he didn’t hear you muffle back a cry- it was stupid, you had both gone to Kyle’s engagement party and the couple had been showering each other with compliments and ‘I love yous ‘ as if they weren’t the most sacred saying. It got to you.

“I…started using that scar ointment ya got me, to-to help ‘em fade, still stinks though. I, um, I wash my clothes with the lavender scent things you like because I like the way you smell- it-it makes me feel like I’m home- I…fuck- okay, I wake up a lil later when you’re over because you like cuddling and I would rather be with you than outside in the rain- I try to make sure your favorite creamer is always full in the fridge so ya don’t wanna leave me in the mornin to get coffee an there-there is no one I would rather be with and I’m sorry I can-Im sorry that im the way that I am and I’m sorry in not good enough-“

“Simon.” You cut him off, the red light he had stopped at green by now but it was so late in the night no one was there, tears streaked your face and his eyes were wide as a deers, “I love you too.”

(Anyway….thats all! <33)

[the-floral-perspective]

Creepypasta kink headcannons!

In honor of (late) Valentine’s Day 😏 yk the drill, mentions of sexual topics! Do not read if uncomfortable!! MDNI 18+

Jeff the killer

-major sadomasochist, LOVES pain and loves causing pain too.

-hard dom energy fr

-definitely has a knife kink omg, but like almost to an extreme level, it’s a little concerning. He also loves fucking to horror gore movies and tbh has some more taboo kinks I won’t go into much detail abt.

-his biggest fantasy is fucking someone from behind and seeing all the pain he’s inflicted on them (scratch marks, slap marks maybe some blood ykyk)

Jane the killer

-tbh major role player, soft dom energy too.

-orgasm controller, loves overstim or teasing. Just LOVES giving someone immense pleasure that they just stop working completely.

-has a specific roleplay idea that she LOVES, oddly religious, like she’s a cult leader ‘sacrificing’ a new recruit, but sexual.

-like she likes pretending to be a leader of sorts and tying up whoever she’s with and either 1. Eating them out 2. Fucking them or 3. Putting a vibrator to them, until they physically can’t anymore.

Ben drowned

-switch energy, can be totally submissive and 100% dominant whenever.

-morning sex is top TEIR.

-loves filming ykyk and keeping pictures. Totally a masochist too.

-DESPERATE SEX, never ending sex or something like that ong. Maybe a slight breeding kink and bondage.

-I think his libido is pretty high tbh, so his biggest fantasy is probably like sneaking into his spouses shower after sex and fucking them again. Like he’s into desperate, passionate sex where neither can get enough of each other. Like he wants to be pussy-whipped by the end of the day lol and his spouse would be dick-drunk too.

Clockwork

-pleasure dom. She LOVES giving head, like genuinely one of her fave things.

-or like obsessive and possessive sex yk. She likes showing her territory or something like that. Like proving her worth whenever she gets jealous???

-Ik I headcannon her as ace, but ace people can still feel sexual desire! It’s a spectrum! This is when she does get yk.

Ticci Toby

-switch easily

-he likes his senses being taken away, but like ALL his senses except for touch. Bro is a huge masochist fr. Like if you put noise cancelling headphones and cover his eyes he’s hard as an mf.

-adrenaline junkie at heart, is a little bit of a voyeur, but more risky than the other pastas. Like public bathrooms, alleyways, or like under the blankets when hanging with other pastas.

-tbh lil pervy

Judge Angels

-dom ass worshipper lol

-idk the name but likes getting a show, like stripteases??? Tbh thinks they’re silly but like, likes the idea that someone is actively TRYING their hardest to arouse her. So basically humiliation.

-would totally be down to peg tbh, like she likes being a hard dom and like making someone who is normally so authoritative or monotone and making them pathetic and subby.

-loves corruption.

Puppeteer

-sadist dom frfr

-if you’d be aight with it he’d totally slap you, ONLY DURING THE DEED THO. He does hit irl or without permission, he just likes the look of marks or like mascara tears.

-loves tying people up a lot too with his yellow strings.

-also has a slight breeding kink lol I wonder where that came from

Nurse Ann

-soft dom fr

-I know I said she’s soft, but like she totally is into blood play. But she’s like gentle and praising yk, like she’d totally cut you but she’d lick up the blood and give you praises :)

-small… tiny little mommy kink going on yk. Don’t know where it comes from, but it’s definitely a thing that gets her going lolz.

-is a sexual yapper istg, like she talks a LOT. I feel like yes, she does moan, but she also just TALKS.

Bloody Painter

-switch mostly dom tho

-I think he’s into food play tbh, like whipped cream and chocolate syrup. LOVESSS making messes. (Hates cleaning them tho, coward.) he just likes the sweetness yk and also has an oral fixation so yk.

-loves being cockwarmed omg. He loves just forcing you to feel him and not being able to do anything about it. Or even just staying in you after sex because your so warm and tight he doesn’t wanna leave.

-specific sounds??? Like odd ones tho, like gagging sounds or slurping sounds. Whether sexual or not he doesn’t know why he gets hella bricked

Rouge

-switch (leans submissive)

-has a kink for hands, like LOVES hands and forearms omg. Not the super veiny ones, but the skinny defined ones. Loves getting like (consensually) groped and manhandled.

-I AM NOT GOING TO LIE, I think she likes the idea of ghost-fucking. I mean, she is some sort of ghost now, but like, the idea that someone dead is watching her she doesn’t know about and is able to touch her??? Like it gets her turned ONNNN, idk maybe she thinks it’s her dead fiancé 😭

-does not make that much sounds during tbh, like let’s out light whimpers but nothing else. What she does do tho??? She moves. A lot. I don’t think she has a kink for being tied down as much as she’d like being held down 😏

Masky

-hard dom

-believes in power balances, and is totally into soft BDSM.

-he’s hella into spanking and is a slight sadist (he balances it out tho with like overstimulation) he’s not at all a masochist fr

-huge fan of dirty talk and pet names, like tbh kinda nicely dehumanizes??! Idk if that’s the word I should use. But he LOVES like dumbing down his girl and like idk like “just sit back, I’ll take care of you baby, just let me do that, alright?”

Laughing Jill

-switch

-tbh I really don’t think she’s that much into sex at all. Like sure she’ll give head and whatnot, but her libido is too low for me to have much headcannons.

-I feel like she’d be into pegging and probably more of a pleasure dom. When she’s subbing than she’s getting the attention yk, but she’s a classic gal yk, she likes the basics.

-sweet, simple and passionate sex yk, like with soft moans, and light scratches on the back yk.

Hoodie

-probably a dom

-I feel like he’s kind of repulsed by sex tbh tho, like his drive isn’t that big. When he’s turned on tho things r spicy 😏

-big thing for mirror sex, like he loves seeing peoples faces as he’s fucking them. It just gets him into a rut, also like, he kinda compares himself to how he looks in the mirror, so he’ll go faster and harder to “compete” almost.

-nylon fetish probably, but without the feet aspect. He just likes ripping them open and fucking someone deeply yk. He probably loves the whole idea of stockings and whatnot too, like THIGHS. Someone needs to thigh fuck him stg.

Laughing Jack

-switch (mostly sub tho tbh)

-electrostimulation tbh, he LOVES getting the shock of it. Literally. Like this ties in hella with his strong masochism. Idk whenever he gets shocked, he just always gets hard and needy. Desperate mfer.

-shibari bondage, but on HIM. Loves being tied up 100% just the feeling of the rope on his skin turns him on, like the slight burn he gets when it rubs certain places. It hurts like a bitch, but he only gets hornier.

-masochist (as listed above), he LOVES being slapped n whatnot. It’s a little hard to hurt him tho.

Jason the Toymaker

-soft??? Hard??? dom

-somnophilia (fucking someone who is asleep), he LOVES waking someone up to pleasure or just completely surprising someone awake like that. The sleepiness and all of it he just finds adorably arousing.

-dumbification?? He loves dumbing down his spouses during sex. It gives him a power balance thing idk. It also might just be like an innocence thing too.

-he also just generally loves having full and total dominance over his spouse sexually, like he WEARS the pants and princesses you, so don’t question him.

Zero

-hardest dom in town.

-loves hatefucking and just taking complete control over whoever she’s with. Even if she’s with a dom, somehow she will break them down to a sub.

-loves aphrodisiacs and other stuff like that. Also does not like giving pleasure, she only takes it. Whenever she does give pleasure it’s only to turn herself on more than what she is so she can get full use of you and your body.

-very selfish lover tbh

Homicidal Liu

-switch (leans sub)

-boob fucker, loves the honka honka.

-aggressive toy user, like he brings out toys that look like actual SAW contraptions fr. Even has a rose toy and one of those moving fleshlights. Does not use his toys that often, but uses the others on you a LOT. Has nipple clamps for you.

-also really into spanking and gagging (getting gagged 😏) he likes the ripple ykyk. LOVES cumming on you and in you too, fr this man is a cum machine…. He wouldn’t mind getting overstimulated.

Nina the Killer

-bratty sub

-along with Kate, loves exposing herself and having her body be on show. Would probably be interested in getting watched by another person while getting screwed.

-loves being praised and called princess, but sometimes when she’s sad she wants something hella physical to make herself feel worse.

-gets more wet when getting dirty talked to more than being touched lol

Candypop

-prob a switch

-TO BE HONEST,,, COSTUMES LIKE SEXY HALLOWEEN COSTUMES. Those are his kink + if there’s STOCKINGS. He basically cums in his pants fr.

-tbh think he’s kind of vanilla, but like, in a free use type of way. Like he’s into like taking you whenever he feels like it (if he has your consent) and also being used whenever you feel like it.

-but like aside from the costumes and free use thing, I think he’s simple like that yk. Idk I don’t think he has that much pizzazz in his sex life, bro just LOVES quickies.

Kate The Chaser

-mostly dom

-has a specific fantasy for car sex and doing it in inconvenient places. Not a voyeur, but if you guys were in an abandoned house she’d totally do you against multiple surfaces. Or like a tree deep in the woods.

-LOVES mutual masturbation, or like stalking someone while they’re masturbating. Also loves having someone fucking her thigh.

-gets off on exposing herself (only whenever asked to by other people.)

Eyeless Jack

-Soft dom 100% fr

-YOU KNOWWW he has a breeding kink, like that’s just who he is. He can’t help but to cum in you when you look so pretty :(

-totally a somno too, but he’d never act it out unless y’all have talked about it.

-also likes predator/prey play, this one connects with bondage. As he is literally a demon, he LOVES fucking someone significantly weaker or something of the lines.

Dr Smiley

-experimentalist at heart, switch probably.

-likes temperature play, like with ice and candle wax yk. He loves to test out his babes reaction to the sudden changes. He likes feeling them too, especially the ice going down his happy trail.

-medical play 😔 he likes to act as a doctor who takes advantage of his patients in his lab, but he’d never actually do that. It’s just roleplay.

-also huge munch btw, loves having his face be sat on.

[katebishopshands]

You Can See Me As A Secret Mission

(Kate Bishop/Reader)

Content: (SMUT, 18+, wlw, top Kate bishop, bottom reader, enemies to lovers, hate sex (kinda??), fake dating/relationship, making out, finger bLASTING, strap on sex, reader has pierced tits because I do)

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Kate bishop has been a pain in your ass since she joined the “new avengers”. Perky, talented, caring, but only you saw what she actually was, a rich girl that always got her way.

After being put on a undercover mission together, will pretending to be in a relationship with her for the sake of the mission push you farther apart, or will it make your realize maybe your feelings are more than meets the eye?

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“Does it always take you this long to get ready?”

Your eye twitched in annoyance as you put the final coat of mascara on your lashes. You knew if you were to walk out of the bathroom you’d see Kate Bishop, sat on the couch, scrolling through her phone looking bored.

You could’ve been paired with anyone on the team. Sam, Bucky..Yelena even. Her experience in the field would be appreciated. But instead you were paired with Kate bishop, the rookie. Clint had said that she was ready to take over his role as sharpshooter on the team but you think he really just wanted to retire. Lucky son of a bitch.

Kate was fine, she was good with a bow and could throw a punch, but she lacked precision. Often going out on her own and putting the whole mission at risk. It was extremely frustrating for someone who had worked most of their late teens and early twenties to be where you were. Her rich girl attitude showed through on more than one occasion, like when she forgot that not everyone didn’t go to a private school for all of their school career, or that most people rely on the subway to go from place to place and don’t get chauffeured.

In return to your shitty attitude to her, Kate had taken a liking to rolling her eyes and scoffing at things you said. Proving to you that she was smarter than you by correcting things you had said, and you most favorite of all, taking any chance she could to embarrass you. The endless nicknames that spew from her lips never ceased to make you want to punch her perfect teeth out.

You needed no further proof that Kate Bishop was an overgrown child, and not ready to be an Avenger.

“I have to look the part, do I not?”, you poked your head around the corner, you were correct with your prediction. Kate rolled her eyes and gave a weak glance up from her phone at you. Her eyes lit up at the sight of you however.She took in your figure, covered in some slinky black dress that showed way too much cleavage for your liking.

You could’ve sworn she licked her lips after she checked you out for what seemed to be the second time. You hated to admit it, but she looked good, too good for your liking.

Gone was the athleisure you normally saw her in, traded in for a black suit, her black undershirt’s top two buttons undone and a thin silver chain was visible hanging over her collarbones. Her hair still up on her usual ponytail and a dark purple polish on her nails. You stared for probably too long than was normal for someone who didn’t like their mission partner.

The two of you were supposed to play the roles of a young millionaire and her fiancé that were interested in purchasing some illegal weapons that were rumored to be made out of vibrainium. Tonight was a party at some exclusive bar for potential clients of the group, so you were to look your best so the two of you could scope out the scene. If your cover was blown tonight, the whole mission would go up in smoke.

Luckily for Kate, the role would come naturally. For you? Not so much. Pretending to be in love with Kate was difficult. Sure she was attractive and funny and considerate for the most part, but you were all business whereas Kate wanted to dilly dally a bit too much. Too different for anything to actually work.

The click of a camera brought you back to your senses.

“Yelena is never going to believe you’re wearing that”, Kate snickers and snaps another picture.

“Kate are you serious!? Cut it out!” You take a step forward and reach for her phone, which she holds out of your reach.

“Aw cmon, you look nice. Gimme a twirl” she gestures a twirling motion with her fingers. she’s sincere with her words, but her actions speak louder as she continues to play keep away with you.

“I’m serious Kate DO NOT send that” you reach across her, cleavage in her face, her phone almost in hand. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think she was looking.

With one slip of your hand off of the arm rest of the couch you were falling. Falling directly into Kate Bishops lap.

The two of you sit in silence for a moment, not sure what to do. Searching each others faces for some sort of answer. You took in beauty marks splashed across her face that you’d never seen before, her full lips slightly parted.

Stormy blue eyes that looked into yours. She was prettier up close. You could smell the expensive perfume she had put on earlier for the first time. She had your stomach doing summersaults. Kate flashes you a million dollar smile and your senses come slamming into you like a semi truck. You’re scrambling back up in an instant before she gets the wrong idea.

“I’ll uh, delete the pictures, sorry for embarrassing you “ she looks like a scolded puppy. She avoids looking at you, choosing to fiddle with the hem of her jacket.

“We’re going to be late”, you say ignoring her apology as you rush over to put on your shoes. Your eyes stayed on the floor as you moved. Kate cleared her throat and readjusted her jacket Trying to brush off what had just happened.

You’re grabbing your purse containing the things you need for the night when you hear Kate rifling through all of her pockets.

“What’s wrong?” You say looking up at her. She’s tapping her her suit pockets aggressively, brows furrowed in concentration.

“We’re missing something”

“I don’t think we are, Kate we’re going to be late and it’s gonna blow our cov-“ Kate pulls something small and shiny out of her pocket with a small “aha!”. Your eyes lock with a diamond engagement ring she’s holding up to the light.

“Can’t blow our cover now can we?” Kate says as she positions herself in front of you on one knee, as If she was proposing. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as she shook her arms out, and cleared her throat once more.

“Will you do me the honor of making me the happiest girl on the planet, and being my fiancé?” Kate holds out the ring, and looks up at you. Batting her thick eyelashes a few times, lower lip caught in between her teeth as she smirks at you. She’s completely over the top and ridiculous with it, as she is with most things. But it feels a little too real for your liking.

You swallow hard, why were you nervous? You rub your clammy hand down the front of your dress and hold out your hand,Kate obliges and slips the ring on your index finger. She briefly squeezes your hand before she stands back up. You stand there, becoming accustomed to the ring you now bore on your finger.

“We’re gonna be late!!” Kate nags you, mocking your words from earlier. This snaps you out of your thought and you turn around, letting Kate slip a hand on your lower back, not even minding the gesture, as you’re guided out the door.

Kate bishop is going to be the death of you.

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Sam had given you specific instructions that tonight was for observing and surveying what exactly these people had on the market. No contact was supposed to be made with anyone. So here you sat, leaned up against a bar holding some drink that was sweating against your hand and had been for far too long.

The music was loud, it was too dark to see much, except for the few vibrainium weapons that were on pedestals illuminated with a blue light, giving the room a blue hue. You scanned the room once, then twice. Looking for anyone that might be of interest. But as for now, it seemed to be yuppy rich people wanting expensive and deadly toys to play with .

Kate fit right in. You watched her leaned up against the bar across from you, laughing and drinking with two girls that were on either side of you. She wasn’t even doing her job, instead taking the mission as a chance to party. You finished the rest of your drink, slamming it on the bar hard enough to make the remaining ice cubes jostle about.

A strange feeling bubbles in your stomach, one that you almost could call jealousy. Maybe it was that or the expensive tequila that had been in your drink. You smoothed your dress down, starting your way towards Kate and her new comrades. If she was going to not take this job seriously, then you might as well embarrass her a little.

Coming up behind Kate, you latch yourself onto one of her arms. Looking at her with doe eyes. She jumps a bit , but turns slightly to face you.

“There she is!! I was just talking about you!”

She smiles at you, pulling the arm you had grabbed from you and wrapping it around your waist. Kate’s hand found its resting place on your ass as she pulled you into her, giving it a light squeeze. Before you could have any reaction to the previous action, the other of Kate’s hands found its way to your chin. She held your face in place as she leaned down, connecting your lips . A surprised noise escaped your mouth and she deepens the kiss, letting her tongue push into your mouth. You couldn’t do anything but kiss back, not wanting to blow your cover and not wanting to let her win in whatever game she was trying to play.

She pulls away and you’re breathless. Kates face is flushed , eyes wide as she looks from you to her new friends.

“I was just telling these nice girls about how you so badly wanted to come to the party tonight and look at the new catalog they have this season!” Kates demeanor has changed from the goofy archer you normally know, to a socialite who knows what she wants.

“We just LOVE this years catalog, we’ve been buying all the latest models from this company for years!” The blonde across from you says excitedly.

Kate side eyes you, and you pick up what she’s trying to get you to notice. This company isn’t new, They’re just getting sloppy covering up their tracks, letting too many of the wrong people into their inner circle.

The two of you converse for some time more, digging up as much information as you can from the girls. Having moved from the bar to a small area of lounge tables and chairs. You watch as people trickle in and out of the party, some looking more important than others. Your eyes are constantly scanning the world around you.

You’re going to sit in the chair next to Kate when she grabs your hand, yanking you down on top of her. She gives a pat to your thigh and continues talking business with the ever growing crowd of people that surround you. This had somehow turned into Kates mission without you even realizing it.

Two can play at this game, let’s kick it up a notch. You lean back a bit, resting your arm around her shoulders, playing with the ends of her ponytail flirtily. Kate looks up at you and smiles a bit.

She rubs her thumb over your bare thigh in a comforting manner and goes back to the conversation. It’s amazing watching her run the conversation. Somehow knowing just what to say to everyone to get the information she wants out of them. She’s dazzling in the dim light of the party. You could almost get used to this.

“Show them your ring, babe” you’re snapped out of your thoughts by Kate giving you another pat to your thigh.

“Huh?” You blink at her. She shakes her head and laughs a little, her eyes flashing you the “ go along or we’ll blow our cover” look.

“Awh don’t be shy, show them the pretty rock I bought you” she removes your arm from around her shoulders and shows off the glittering ring on your finger.

“Oh my ring of course!” You laugh off your panic and wiggle your fingers in an attempt to show off how shiny the ring actually was. The group is filled with “oohs” and “ahhs” as you show it off, Kate smiling proudly at you the whole time. Your heart swells a bit at the attention. Almost believing for a bit that you’re actually engaged and in love, not in some rich guys warehouse on a mission for work.

You didn’t like Kate bishop. She was aggravating, the definition of a spoiled rich girl. Where were these feelings coming from?

“Where did you two first meet?” A voice from the group catches you off guard. You lock eyes with an older woman who has had way too much plastic surgery done.

“We uh…” Kate starts, you can see her losing her cool. You hadn’t come up with a backstory. Rookie move.

“We actually met in school!” You save the day by stepping in with your quick thinking skills. She lets out a barely noticeable breath of relief it technically wasn’t a lie. You HAD met in a class, a class about hand to hand combat, but a class nonetheless.

“And I guess it was just love at first sight” you say through almost gritted teeth. It pains you to say that, because it wasnt. This wasn’t real love, and you two have never gotten along. Physical attraction maybe, but your personalities continuously clashed.

Kate looks up at you once more, a small smile on her lips, “yeah….love at first sight”.

Your eyes meet each other. Her eyes are soft, pupils blown a bit. She continuously strokes her thumb on your leg. Kates acting is a bit too good for your liking.

A ding from Kate’s phone pulls your attention from each other and the other guests continue to chat amongst themselves. She reads it, biting her lip a little. You scoot yourself closer to her, wrapping your arms around Kate neck and reading the message on her phone.

Party’s over. Get outta there. Put together all information collected and send in a mission report by 9am.

It’s a text from Sam, updating you on what to do next. Kate looks at you, giving you a slightly disappointed look before she plants a kiss on your cheek. It’s a long kiss, one that only lovers share when they know they won’t see each other for a while.

She taps your leg to signal for you to stand up, so You oblige. Kate goes around the circle saying goodbye to the people you had met over the course of the night. You trailing behind her, admiring the way she looked in her suit.

God she was aggravating. Was there anything she wasn’t good at? She could charm people with the bat of her eyelashes. Flirt successfully with strangers. Shoot an arrow with a blindfold across her eyes. She was hot and you hated to admit it. She was perfect and that’s what you hated.

It was like you had come out of a haze now that you were off her lap. You were mad that she had charmed you THAT easily. Just like every other person in the Kate Bishop fanclub. You huff, grabbing her hand and dragging her towards the exit, not wanting to play the roles of young lovers anymore.

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The room was eerily quiet as you both got unready. Fleeting glances towards each other, never meeting the others eyes.

You swallowed hard as you sat down on one of the couches to take off your heels, “Was tongue really necessary?”. You had broken the silence and now there was no going back.

“What?” Kate looked up from fiddling with her shirt buttons.

“The kiss, at the bar. Did you REALLY need to swap spit with me like that ?”

“Well I thought it was funny”

you scoffed at her. In shock that an hour ago you were thinking about how maybe you could get along and maybe have something more.

“You’re insufferable, you know that?” You say with a dirty look in her direction.

“Lyings not a good look on you. The noise you made told me that you were into it”

She laughs at her comment and you roll your eyes, letting a more awkward silence fall over the room.

“I think you might actually like me a little bit, she jokes half to herself and half to you.

She looks over to you, lightly biting her lip a little.

“You seemed a little into the act tonight, that’s all I’m trying to say”

“Shut the fuck up”, you snap at her.

Kate puts her hands up defensively and continues to unbutton her shirt. You sneak a glance at her, catching a look at her toned stomach. It made your face flush a bit before you continued working on unzipping your dress.

The zipper catches midway through your back and you groan. You tug it up and down a few more times in an attempt to free yourself. Kates eyes follow the noise of the zipper and she sees you struggling. She makes her way across the room, her black dress shirt unbuttoned and hanging untucked around her form. The purple lace bra she wore under it being exposed ever so slightly.

You attempted to ignore her, confining to tug on the zipper. But her exposed skin was so tempting to look at.

“Do you need some help?”

“No I don’t need your hel-“, you start to protest her intervention.

“Turn around” Kate demands.

You shut up, listening to her and turning around. Kate sighs and gently moves your hair to one shoulder. Her fingertips are gentle on your exposed back, touching you like you’d break.

You don’t dare to look back at her or else you might do something you regret. You feel her grab the zipper as she begins to work it free.

“Why do you hate me?”

Kate asks casually as she continues her work. It catches you off guard. In the time you’ve known her you’ve never known her to be this blunt. Your voice catches in your throat. The big and bad attitude you had five minutes ago slipping away quickly.

“I don’t hate you”

“Then what’s with the attitude”

You weren’t sure if you were lying or telling the truth when you say you didn’t hate her. The last few hours have been making You rethink everything.

Kate gives a yank to the zipper and it moves freely. Once she’s done you turn to meet her, still holding your dress up. She hasn’t moved, opting to stand and stare at you.

“Kate I-“

What were you going to say? You hated her? She drove you insane? You weren’t even sure anymore. You take a closer step to her,

“You make me feel frustrated. I’m not sure in what way, but I’m frustrated beyond belief by you”

She she searches your face, saying nothing.

“I’m confused, okay? There..are you happy?Did you get what you wanted out of me?” You’re exasperated with her lack of response.

You wait for a response from her for what feels like forever. Her brows are furrowed as she stares at you. You almost could swear that she was looking into your head. You couldn’t decipher what she was thinking. Her blue eyes dark, consumed in consideration. You’re about to walk away when she finally opens her mouth to say something.

“Do you want to find out exactly how I frustrate you?”

She’s close. Closer than you’ve ever been. She’s close and the air is tense, like a bomb ticking about to go off. Her eyes are on your lips, flicking between them and your eyes. She fiddles with a stray piece of hair resting over your shoulder.

“Kate what does that mea-“

She’s grabbing your face, colliding your lips in an explosion of frustrated passion.

You kiss her back hard, harder than you’ve ever kissed anyone before. A whine escapes your mouth. You’re fighting for dominance, and losing pathetically. Your arms are slung over her shoulders. Desperately clawing at her hair.

“Yes-“ you gasp for air when she pulls away, “I want to find out so fucking badly “

Atleast two years of tension had just blown up in your face. Two years of tension that you couldn’t name for the longest time, and now you could.

Kate had upset you so much because you liked her. You liked her giddiness for new things, her almost naivety to how non rich people live. You loved the millions of questions she asked Sam. How she teased you, even if it drove you up the wall. This girl drove you insane and you loved it.

She pounces on you, shoving you up against the nearest wall. Biting at your lip, you submit to her. This was a losing game, there was no point to fighting her. Kate would win, like she always did.

You’re panting when she pulls her mouth off of yours, dragging your bottom lip a little with her. Your unzipped dress finally gives way and falls to the floor. Kates eyes meet yours and then look down to the black dress pooled on the floor. She moans a little, seeing you in just your bra and underwear.

She’s kissing down your neck, leaving little bites in her wake and you’re breathless. Head spinning over the predicament at hand.

“You think I’m insufferable, but..” she trails off, planting a kiss on your collarbone. Her eyes flick up to yours, looking at you through dark lashes.

“The most insufferable thing is how insanely horny you’ve made me all night”

Your breath catches in your throat at her confession. She kisses down the valley of your breasts, her hands gripping your hips. You moan at her actions. A kiss to your ribs, to your stomach, to just above your underwear.

“Kate..”, your hands are caught in her black waves.

“What Princess? No snappy comebacks now?”

Another moan from your mouth. The nickname slips from her mouth so effortlessly, like she had been just waiting to call you it. She was right though, you had nothing to say for once. You looked down at her, Kate’s mouth mere inches from your aching cunt.

She smirks at you, hooking two fingers around the waistband of your underwear.

“Should I take these off?” She asks so innocently. She punctuates her words with a tug on the band. Her blue eyes burn into yours. You nod your head.

“Words please” she’s playing a game with you. Dangling your pleasure right in front of you.

You don’t want to give her the verbal satisfaction. She is still Kate Bishop after all. And she still presses all your buttons. You press your lips into a thin line and stick your chin up hoping she gets the hint. You are not going to use your words. intertwining your fingers with her hair, you give a harsh tug in an effort to show her what you want. Kate moans.

It makes you wetter.

“Oh and I’m the one who’s a spoiled brat” she lets go of your underwear,snapping it back in place and standing at her full height.

“Kate..” you pout at her jutting your lower lip out at her. She wipes her thumb over your lip, keeping it there. She forces you to keep your eyes on her.

You admire her. The freckle that seems to be right under her right eye. The way her eyes are lined with a darker blue than the rest. Her already kiss swollen lips. She’s close to you as she supports herself against the wall. You reach out, running your hand down her abs, almost letting your fingers reach the top button of her slacks. Kate grabs your hand and holds it in place.

“You knew what you were doing tonight” she smirks at you. You look at her through half lidded eyes and smile.

Kate laughs a little at you. It’s crazy hot.

“Sitting on my lap all night,” she removes your hands from her abs, holding them together in front of you, “in that little dress, clinging to me”

She leans close to your ear and whispers in a low voice,

“I am going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk”

“In your dreams, Bishop”

You had finally found your voice, her charm had worn off. She laughs again. Looking your face up and down.

You’re whining as she crashes your lips together. It’s messy. Teeth clacking here and there, Kate’s hands grabbing at your ass . You’re grabbing at her back, leaving indents where your nails meet her pale skin.

“And everyone at HQ is going to know that you let Kate bishop, the girl you hate, ruin you” That ignited something in you. Your ongoing feud was no secret, and having everyone know you fucked your feelings out was a little too tempting.

She’s kissing down your neck, sucking bruises that will last longer than you want them to.

“And what if I fuck you?”, You pant, grabbing at the back of Kate’s neck.

“I’d like to see you try”

Kate grabs your ass, picking you up quickly and moving you to the nearest bed. She’s reaching behind you to undo your bra.

“Hardly seems fair that I’m almost fully naked

And you still have your pants on”

Kate snorts at your remark, popping the back of your bra and removing it from your body swiftly. Your nipples perk up at the cold air of the hotel room. The metal bars in them glinting in the light, catching Kates eye. She looks at them, briefly licking her lips, and then back to you.

“Is this what you want?”

Kate stares into your eyes as she undoes the top button of her pants. She steps out of them, leaving her in just the matching lace bra, underwear and and her black button up.

“ shirt off too, please” you sit up, batting your eyes at her and jutting out your lower lip in a pout. She shakes her head as she reaches to take the button up off .

“Now you have manners…but remember.. IM the spoiled brat here” she rolls her eyes and throws the bunched up black shirt at you.

You catch it and toss it off the bed, welcoming Kate back as she crawls her way on top of you. She kisses you again , letting her hands explore down your chest. She kneads on your boobs, grabbing fistfuls of each.

You moan into her mouth, pushing your chest into her hands more.

“Eager much?” She pulls away, letting her breathe fan across your face.

“No chance” you laugh at her, your hands grasp both sides of her face as she leans over you. She rolls her eyes at you again, letting one of her hands stroke down to your nipple, where she takes the bar and gives a sharp tug.

You inhale through your teeth holding back a moan, not wanting to give her the satisfaction.

She gives another tug, this time flicking her thumb over the bud of your nipple. She keeps her eyes locked with yours, smirking at you. She’s expecting you to show some sort of reaction.

Your chest lurches forward, seeking more friction from her calloused hands.

The damp spot in your underwear continues to grow as you rub your legs together in an effort to soothe the ache that’s ever growing in your cunt.

She glances down at the movement and looks back to you while biting her lip.

Kate lets her hand travel from your tit, down your stomach and ending right above the elastic to your underwear.

“This where you want me?” One finger slides its way under. You turn your head to the side, not wanting to confirm you wanted her fingers. Lips pressed into a fine line, you say nothing.

She huffs and leans forward, kissing her way up your neck.

“Cmon…you know it’ll feel good” , two fingers push farther down.

You’re holding back moans. Noises only Kate Bishop has been able to elicit from you and you haven’t even fucked yet.

She’s so warm and inviting. You know it would feel so good if she just stuffed her fingers in your cunt and fucked you stupid. But you can’t let her win. She’s always winning, running circles around you.

Kate bites at your earlobe, those two fingers dangerously close to your throbbing cunt.

You whine,not being able to contain the kind anymore. The scent of her lavender body wash looming around you, clouding your better judgement.

“Kate…” you whine her name out. Kate moans at the sound of your voice, needy and desperate.

“Yeah?” She asks, her thumb stroking gentle circles on your skin, a smile on her lips as they’re pressed to your neck.

How could the girl you had hated for so long be treating you so good right now?

“Please…” you whisper out, letting your resolve break.

Kate bishop had won this round.

Those wandering fingers abruptly enter your pussy, earning a loud moan from your mouth.

You jolt upwards, back arching and pressing your nipples against Kate’s lace covered chest. She continues to thrust her fingers in and out of you, occasionally letting her thumb brush up against your clit.

“I told you it’d feel good” she whispers into your ear. You moan at her words, she’s right. It feels fucking fantastic. She’s managing to hit all the spots that make you see stars. Your head leans back, making eye contact with the ceiling as Kate picks up her speed. She’s curling her fingers as she sucks marks down your neck, eventually leaving a few on your breasts.

You grab at her head, threading your fingers into her hair and pull her face into you chest. Kate gives a groan at that as she latches onto one of your nipples. She slides the bar in your nipple around with her tongue, making you groan loudly and tug at the strands of dark hair clutched in your hand.

She continues her ministrations at your core. Every press of her fingers has your eyes rolling back into your skull.

“I’m gonna..”

“You’re gonna what? Cum?” Kate laughs as she pulls off of you. You nod frantically at her. She’s slamming her fingers into you at this point and you’re a moaning mess, only wanting to finish.

Kate’s moving up closer to your face. She presses her forehead against yours, your noses grazing the other.

“Cum on my fingers then”

She thrusts her fingers into your cunt, your juices leaking down her arm.

“Shit, shit Katie”, you’re grabbing at the hand that’s thrusting in and out of you, curling upwards towards her.

Her thumb brushed against your clit, a purposeful circle and you’re unraveling into her.

Her lips find yours again, silencing the pathetic moans that you’re making. Kate moans into you as you finish on her fingers, exactly how she wanted you to. She works you through your orgasm for a moment, giving a few gentle thrusts before pulling her fingers out of you.

You wince a little as her fingers exit you, not letting the grip you had on her wrist go. Kate gently removes your hand from her wrist as she sits up. She gives it a light kiss before she turns her own hand towards her mouth.

Kate locks eyes with you as she slides her tongue up her wrist, collecting your slick before inserting her fingers in her own mouth. She moans a little as she wraps her lips around her fingers, sucking your juice from her fingers for a second before releasing them with a slight ‘pop’.

You blink a couple times, panting. Kate looks at you, and smiles a bit. A cocky, all knowing smile.

“Enjoy the show?” She smirks as she leans back towards you. Her dark hair falls around your face, pieces of it tickling your cheeks.

“Kate Bishop…” you pant a little, looking up at her, “I didn’t know you were such…”, your hands start to explore the plane of her stomach, touching the toned abs that lay there,

“…..a whore”, you smile at her. Your tone laced with malice as you spit out your last word.

Kate scoffs a bit, stopping your hand before you could get your fingers under the waistband of her underwear.

“I could say the same about you, based off the noises you were making”

She gets off the bed, but not before tweaking the jewelry that sat pretty in your nipples. You jump a little, moaning in pleasure.

“Brat”, she says, flashing a smile and laughing slightly before going to her bag and beginning to dig through it.

You sit up a little, admiring the way her purple underwear fits her ass. Your mind wanders to all the times you checked it out during training. God damn Kate bishop and her too tight leggings.

Kates digging goes on for a little too long and your curiosity begins to peak.

“Is your dick in there or something?” You half joke, wanting to know what she was looking for. You laid there, completely exposed to the too cold AC of the hotel room. You already missed Kate being in the bed with you.

“Yeah…Or something” Kate mumbles quietly. The sound of her zipping up her bag catches your attention.

“Kate is that a fucking strap on?”

“You never know when duty is gonna call!”

You sit up slightly, watching as Kate steps into her harness. The purple silicone dick bobs in between her legs, and you swallow slightly.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that, right?”, Kate joins you back on the bed, crawling over you.

“I know I am, and you’re obsessed with me because of it”, she kisses up your neck. Her confidence oozing out of her, you could almost swear you were breathing it in and letting it cloud your mind.

You grab at the ponytail at the back of her head, pulling her mouth off your neck. Kate gives a groan before her blue eyes meet yours.

“I told you I was going to fuck you so hard you wouldn’t be able to walk. I’m a lady of my word”

Kate teases your entrance with her strap, letting it run through your folds.

“Shit Kate..” you half moan half whine as she positions her dick.

“God say that again” Kate moans into your ear . She begins to push her strap into you and you swear you can feel your heartbeat in your throat.

You’re pulling on her ponytail, pulling her head away from you when all Kate wants to do is mark you, claim you as hers.

“Fucking shit Kate..” you repeat, more enthusiastically this time as Kate’s strap finally enters you, fully.

She fills you to the hilt of her strap, your hips almost flush with each another. The base of her dick rubbing sweetly against her clit.

She whines a little, resting her head into the crook of your neck.

“Aw poor baby, do you want to swap?” You coo sarcastically as you rub her back, finding your way to the clasp of her bra.

Kate gives an annoyed groan, punctuated by a hard thrust into your pulsating cunt.

You yelp in surprise, popping the clasps of her bra, watching the straps fall loose around her shoulders. Kate pulls out again and thrusts her hips once more,relishing in the friction she also receives from the motion.

“Just couldn’t keep your hands to yourself, huh?” Kate begins to take off her bra, discarding it to wherever your clothes also lay.

Your hands find her nipples, twisting and pinching them as she snaps her hips into you.

You lean up, swallowing the beautiful whines she’s giving to you as you play with her tits with your mouth.

She kisses you back, letting herself submit to your suddenly surge of dominance.

“So fucking hot..” you mutter as you pull away, letting your eyes drift to Kate’s lust blown pupils, down to where her dick was splitting you in two.

“Could say the same about you” Kate watches your tits bounce with each thrust she gives. Her eyes following the shiny jewelry in your tits. she leans down a bit, taking one of your nipples in her mouth. Her teeth close in one of the bars and she pulls every so gently.

You’re moaning as you grasp at her back, letting your dominant facade fall and letting Kate have the full power once again.

Her hips are slamming into yours, practically humping you like a dog in heat. Your legs wrap around her hips, attempting to put you two closer than you already were.

Kates whining, actually whining. You can see sweat drip down the side of her face, baby hairs sticking to her forehead.

You’re in no better shape. Your back arched up, legs locked around Kate’s waist, sweat traveling down your back and into your asscrack.

“I’m gonna fucking-“ you moan, your sentence not even getting finished as Kate reaches down to rub your clit while continuing her ministrations with her hips.

“Me too…oh my god me too” Kate’s going hard now, chasing her own high. Her thrusts are spastic and uncalculated.

The floodgates open in a minute, and you’re gushing all over Kates cock, and hand once again. A whining, moaning, drooling mess.

She works you through your high, only taking a few more pumps until she’s also finishing. Kate gives a few weak pumps, almost pushing you towards overstimulation before she falls on top of you, leaving her strap on inside.

She gives you a few weak kisses on your chest as you run your fingers through her hair, releasing it from the ponytail.

Kate reached down to remove her strap, making you suck in a breath of air as you an adjust to the feeling.

Once the harness and silicone dick had been removed, she sighs, content as she sinks her face into your chest, fingers rubbing small circles in your stomach.

“I still don’t like you, you know that, right?”, you break the silence first, still playing with Kates dark locks.

“Mhm, and I hate you “ Kate smiles lazily up at you.

You roll your eyes at her. Kate turns to look at you, blue eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Do you think we have to put this on the mission report to Sam?”

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Kate bishop simp nation, I have returned.

My apologies, this is not proofread in the slightest lmao

[corroded-hellfire]

New Outfit - Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: When you see that Eddie likes a certain type of look, you decide give it a try.

Note: in honor of me meeting Joseph today, have this little fic that’s been sitting in my drafts!

Words: 2k

“What in the hell are you wearing?”

You knew that question was going to come up a lot for you today. Luckily, you prepared yourself and managed to talk yourself into pretending like it wouldn’t bother you. 

The look you shoot Gareth as you walk past him lets him know he better shut up. His eyes continue to follow you though, as you make your way to your locker. The short red and black plaid skirt, fishnet tights, and black studded boots were a far cry from the jeans and converse you usually wore with a t-shirt. To be fair, you were still wearing a t-shirt, but this one had lost a fight with a pair of scissors. Your makeup was also put on with a heavier hand than normal, the eyeliner and mascara thicker than usual. 

“What are you wearing?” This time it’s Mike you ignore as you pass him. He follows you to your locker though and leans against the one next to yours. You can feel his eyes on you the whole time you spin in your combination. 

“Stop staring,” you say as you grab the books you’re going to need. 

“Why do you look like this?” 

You slam the locker door and turn to face him. He shrinks under your glare, which you find ironic since it seems all he’s done lately is become taller than you. 

“And what do I look like, Michael?” you ask. 

“Just…different!” He gestures to your outfit as if it should be obvious. And it is, you’re just being difficult. 

You shoulder past him and walk down the hall until you feel a tap on your shoulder. Ready to punch Mike in the jaw, you spin around on your boot heel only to come face to face with Eddie. He has an eyebrow raised at you and crosses his arms over his chest, leather jacket groaning in protest. 

“Can I help you?” you ask, sounding braver than you feel. 

“Care to explain?” Eddie asks, finger roving in the air between the two of you, gesturing to your clothes, as if you needed clarification. 

“New outfit,” you tell him with a shrug. 

Eddie scoffs and steps forward to wrap an arm around your shoulders.

“Yeah, well let’s get you a new new one,” he says as he leads you down the hall.

“Excuse me?” You come to a stop, causing Eddie to stop a bit ahead of you. He turns to face you and puts his hands on his hips.

“Sweetheart, every guy in school is going to be staring at you all day.”

“And?” you ask. You start to walk again, and Eddie does his best to keep up with you.

“Is that what this whole look is for?” Eddie asks. “A guy?”

“I don’t think that’s any of your business,” you tell him. 

Eddie didn’t need to know that the guy you dressed like this for was him. It was apparent to you that the girls he liked dressed like this. At least that was what it seemed like when you saw him making out with a girl in a similar outfit at The Hideout last week.

 Corroded Coffin’s set had finished, and you were off to meet them backstage, you had just had to make a pit stop at the bathroom first. You wiped the last of the moisture off on your jeans and tightened your ponytail on your way backstage. Eddie wasn’t where he normally waited for you after the shows, so you looked around a little but only saw the other guys packing up equipment. 

“Where’s Eddie?” you asked.

“Uh, don’t know,” Jeff said as he picked up an amp.

“Last saw him over near the stage door,” Gareth said, and Jeff smacked him on the back of the head. 

You rolled your eyes at whatever they were up to and made your way towards the stage door. You came just around the corner from it when you heard what sounded like a soft moan. Tiptoeing quietly to peek around the corner, you had to cover your mouth with both of your hands as you saw Eddie had some girl pushed up against the wall, his tongue down her throat. Tears instantly filled your eyes, but you couldn’t look away. The girl was taller than you and wore a short black skirt. She wore a plaid shirt tied up over a black t-shirt, but you couldn’t make out what kind of t-shirt it was because Eddie’s body was in the way. Her long legs were clad in leopard print tights and ended in bright red heels. You reached up and tugged at your ponytail self-consciously as you noted the dark shiny waves of hair the girl had flowing past her shoulders. 

When Eddie let another moan slip out, you found the strength to silently back away from the sight. You slipped down the hall, wiping the tears you hadn’t realized had fallen down your face. Pausing before you got back to where the other guys were, you rested back against the wall and took a few deep breaths to calm yourself down. You swiped underneath your eyes to make sure no makeup had smudged, but you remembered you hadn’t put any on that day. 

“That the last of it?” you heard Gareth call as he came around the corner. You stood up straight and acted like you were walking back towards them. 

“Oh, hey, Gareth,” you said. “I couldn’t find Eddie. When you see him, just tell him I got a ride home, okay?”

“Yeah, sure,” Gareth said. “Who’s taking you?”

“Hmm? Oh, I ran into a friend during the show,” you lied. 

“Okay. Well, thanks for coming,” Gareth said before going off to make sure they had gotten everything.

You slipped back into the front of the house and quickly made your way out the front door. The evening was cold, but you’d figured you had a few miles’ walk to warm you up.

Eddie hadn’t said anything about it the next day, or anything about the girl. That day after school you’d gone to the mall to buy some new clothes.

 “You don’t have to change your clothes for some guy, you know,” Eddie says as if you had admitted that’s why you did it.

You scoff under your breath and start to walk the opposite way of him.

“Will you at least wear my jacket?” Eddie asks as he catches up to you. 

“I’m not cold,” you call over your shoulder.

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie mumbles. 

He grabs your wrist and spins you around to face him.

“Let go,” you say.

Eddie does, but steps forward so you’re practically chest to chest. 

“Why are you wearing that?”

“What? Are you my mother?” You cross your arms over your chest, and you don’t miss the way Eddie’s eyes dip down quickly as you squish your breasts together, before coming back to your face.

“I asked you a question,” Eddie growls.

“And I asked one back.” He glares at you, and you lift your chin in defiance at him. “What’s your problem with my outfit, anyway? Hmm? Or are you just being a hypocrite because this is the kind of outfit you’d like to stare at too? If only it wasn’t on me, right?”

Eddie’s brow furrows in confusion and he shakes his head.

“What?”

“This is the kind of outfit you like on girls, right?”

“What are you talking about?” he asks. 

You take a step back and spread your arms wide, letting him get a good look at the whole outfit.

“Right? Short skirt? Tights? Plaid and black?” you ask. “What’s wrong, Eddie? Because it’s on me you don’t like it?”

He squares his jaw and you put your hands on your hips. You’ve never seen Eddie so speechless before. But then you realize you’ve never put him in a position like this before. He can’t come out and say you’re right without hurting his best friend’s feelings, so what is he supposed to do? Releasing a sigh, you decide to take pity on him. You drop your arms to your sides and turn to walk away. But before you can take a step, Eddie grabs your wrist and pulls your body against his.

“Wha-.”

Eddie cuts you off by pressing his mouth against yours, reaching around and cupping the back of your head. You’re startled, and it takes you a moment to realize what’s happening before you wrap your arms around his neck and hug your body closer to his. Eddie’s lips are chapped, and his tongue is sloppy against your own, but it’s perfect.  

He pulls back with ragged breath and rests his forehead against yours. 

“You’re an idiot,” Eddie whispers. 

You scoff and go to respond but he cuts you off with another searing kiss before he speaks again.

“That girl. The one you’re referring to, dressed like this.” His eyes trail down your outfit before meeting yours again. “Yeah, I made out with her. S’your fault though.”

“My fault?” You pull back and push his arms off of you in a huff. “What’s that supposed to mean?” The smirk on Eddie’s face only aggravates you further. 

“You,” Eddie says. “You out there the whole night in front of the stage. Dancing around, moving your hips.” Eddie takes a step to close the distance you’ve made, and he slips his fingers in the belt loops of your skirt to tug you closer. “Wearing those jeans that hug your ass just right. And with that cute as fuck ponytail driving me wild? How the hell was I not supposed to be turned on?” 

You furrow your brow at him as he runs his hands up your hips and around your back. 

“What the hell are you talking about?” you snap, but it doesn’t have all the bark you intend behind it. 

“How was I supposed to know you wanted me, too?” Eddie asks with a smirk. 

“Start making sense,” you tell him.

He rolls his eyes at you and laces his fingers against your lower back.

“You got me all hot. Then that girl showed up and kissed me backstage. I’m only human, so yeah, I made out with her. But I wouldn’t have if I knew you were an option. Which, I think you were based on how jealous you are.”

Your face is still pinched in a frown as Eddie nuzzles his nose beneath your ear. 

“I’m not an option,” you say. 

Eddie immediately pulls back and shakes his head.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he says. You look up at his large eyes creased in concern and let out a sigh.

“So, I didn’t have to buy this outfit? Because I’m freezing.”

Eddie throws his head back and laughs. 

“No, I was pretty much drooling all over you in your usual clothes,” he tells you. 

“You should’ve said that before!” You playfully punch him in the shoulder, and he winces as if you hurt him.

“So, do you want my jacket or not?” Eddie asks.

“Yes. But not because I’m covering up,” you tell him, a finger pointed at him. “Because I’m cold.”

Eddie nods his head as he shrugs out of his leather jacket. He slips it around your shoulders, and you shrug your arms into it. 

“You do look sexy,” Eddie says. He drapes his arm over your shoulders and presses a kiss to the side of your head. “But you always do.”

You smirk up at him as the two of you walk down the hall.

“You owe me a make out session,” you tell him. 

“I think I can do that.”

[icallhimjoey]

everyone is talking about Tupperware joe or ciabatta roll joe but what about lost-the-bet (won the bet?) joe? We still never got our epilogue where her dream came true and she could ogle at him in peace 😆

okay well shit, all this fuckery about rumours has resulted in this bullshit, are you happy now?!

Wordcount: 3K

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Blind Bargain

(read Double or Nothing here)

"You look... um, windswept?"

Izzy passed you a drink she'd been holding onto you for, and she was right. There was a rosy tinge to your cheeks, your hair a bit messy and you looked rushed.

Because you had been rushing.

"Oh, is my, is my mascara running?"

Izzy leant closer and squinted, "Yea, a little. Wait, here," and with a finger wet from her beer glass, she carefully wiped under one of your eyes. "It's not that windy though, is it? Did you run over here?" she gave you a suspicious look and you instinctively went for a sip of your drink to evade her question. To hide half your face.

"Hey, did Joe say he was coming?" one of your friends asked the group, and before anyone could answer, someone spotted him walking in.

Too soon, Joe.

That was too quick after you had walked in, God, what an idiot. You'd gone over this!

Calmly smoke the rest of your cigarette. Don't rush it. Make no one suspect anything had just happened mere minutes ago.

Everyone greeted Joe like normal and for a moment you were convinced it was just you who was making things weird.

"Hi,"

Why were you blushing?

"Hey,"

You knew why. Saw Joe's little smirk and, fuck, it made you want to squish his cheeks together to make his lips go funny.

You exchanged polite smiles instead, pretended to not have seen each other in at least a week, and cheersed drinks once Joe got given one by another friend.

When you turned back to Izzy, she was still sort of squinting at you.

"What?"

"Nothing," Izzy immediately raised her eyebrows but then kept looking at you. "Did you work from home today?"

Now it was your turn to squint at Izzy, suspicious as to why she wanted to know. "Yea, why?"

Fuck. What if she was onto you?

She might be closer to the truth than she thought, but you were not sharing your secrets. Not today.

You and Joe were sneaking around.

No one needed to know.

Just like during the bet, no one needed to know what was really going on behind closed doors. Difference being that now, the frightening parts weren't there anymore. You didn't like lying to Izzy, but, it was no longer scary, which was good.

Before, you were scared that if someone, specifically Izzy, were to find out about what Joe was doing to you on a daily basis, you'd lose him as a friend.

You weren't quite sure how one and one made two there, but that's exactly what you'd thought.

Now, if someone were to find out about what you and Joe were doing to each other on an almost daily basis, then they'd just know and it wouldn't really change much.

You just didn't want to be the one to tell anyone. Use words to explain anything. And neither did Joe. So, it remained a secret.

So far, you'd been resourceful in your ways.

Avoided Izzy like she was the plague.

She'd nearly caught you that one time she came home in the middle of the day whilst you and Joe were in the shower.

"Showering on company time?" she'd shouted from the hallway, and you'd stammered, "I worked through lunch time," as an excuse before whispering, "Did you leave your shoes by the door?" to Joe who was pressed into the corner of the shower with his shoulders hunched up, eyes wide and both hands covering his penis as he nodded.

"Shit."

"Shit."

Izzy hadn't seen the shoes.

Or, if she had, she hadn't mentioned them.

She had also once so very nearly caught sight of your text chain.

It was just a continuous thread of times followed by places. The bet had ended just over a month ago, but if someone was to go just by your texts, you knew you'd be able to convince them it was an ongoing thing still.

You'd been able to throw your phone into your lap face down just before Izzy had passed you a mug of tea. Just in time.

"Can people not just know?" Joe had asked once when you were in the middle of throwing every last item of clothing his way whilst he got dressed in a hurry. Izzy texted she was on her way and if you needed anything from the corner shop.

"Sure they can," you said, hitting him in the head with a sock. "Will you tell her?"

Joe scoffed, gave a soft frustrated, "No," and made a face as if he was making fun of his mum when she asked him a ridiculous question.

"Yea, didn't think so, hurry up," you rushed out of your bedroom to find Joe's shoes, held his coat so he could slide in and be quick out the door.

But there Joe had paused, right on the threshold.

"What if she..." Joe stalked closer and pushed himself right up against you. "Just walked up, right now, and happened to catch me do this?"

Fingers curled around your neck and were used to pull you in just enough for your lips to collide. Joe felt how just for a second or two, you turned boneless in his hands.

"Saw me touch you here?"

His other hand found the hem of your shirt to slip under, and you so very wanted to get lost in all of it again. You did.

But then you heard the lift go, and it startled you enough to squeeze a laugh out of Joe.

"Stairs!" you hissed, "Go, go! Stairs, now. Quick!" you shoved him towards the stairs, chuckling man easily moved by your hands. First step down, he leant back and, you obliged, gave a last quick kiss before he scurried down. You'd closed the front door to your flat just in time.

Yea.

It was definitely still a secret. One you wouldn't mind leaking, not at all. But you weren't the one who was going to say anything. And neither was Joe.

So at the pub, you pretended and tried your best to act the way you acted before any of this started. Before the bet had even become a thing.

Joe would still be flirty, but just a little flirty. Flirty like he had been flirty before.

Like when he'd see a random guy trying to make conversation when you went to get drinks, he would afterwards pretend you had an eyelash stuck under your eye and lean in real close to get it. Would make you make a wish as you blew nothing from his finger tip.

Tonight felt extra risky though.

You had worked from home. Izzy was right.

What Izzy didn't know is that Joe had spent half the day on your sofa, and he'd decided that, just before you were heading off to meet everyone at the pub, his eyes had had enough of just looking at you all day. His fingers were jealous. Mouth envious.

As a joke he'd nearly walked you into Izzy's room. You'd shrieked and laughed and oh my God, could he please never even try to joke about that again?

All right, Joe thought. Instead he'd fucked you right up against her door.

Risky business.

You didn't know if Izzy was going to come home first, but when you walked in and saw her in her full office attire, you secretly sighed a small breath of relief.

You fell into easy conversation that night. Avoided Joe until you couldn't after a dance of people getting drinks and going to the toilet, you ended up next to him at a table.

Joe didn't waste any time getting a hand on your thigh.

Your brain only stuttered for a second.

You were good at this. Kept up the conversation you had with the friend opposite, and Joe joined in the casual chat as his fingers squeezed and inched closer to where it was warm.

You squeezed your legs together in warning.

It did nothing.

Joe's hand stayed in place, fingers playing where they wanted to play.

Suddenly, someone who thought they were being real funny, asked about your luck on the apps. You hadn't taken a guy over to Friday night drinks at the pub for a bit now.

"I'm off the apps, actually," you shared. "So far it's been really unsuccessful, so I decided to just delete everything—"

"Don't lie," Izzy spat, interrupting you.

You felt Joe squeeze tighter before he removed his hand. Too many eyes on you now.

"I'm not lying!" you scoffed. "I'm not on the apps anymo—"

"I hear you sneaking guys in all the fucking time,"

Shit.

This got everyone's attention quick enough. Good thing Joe got both his hands above the table just in time.

"You sneaking guys in?" another smiley friend asked, bumping you with his shoulder. "You little minx!"

You were at loss of what to say, scoffing with your mouth open, you didn't know if you were better off denying everything, or coming up with another weird lie to save yourself from this situation.

"It's erm," you played with your drink a second, slowly spun it 'round on the table in front of you. "It's recent, this being off the apps thing,"

Izzy frowned.

"So you deleted them yesterday?"

So she'd heard you and Joe two days ago. Neat.

"Yep. Deleted them yesterday."

You didn't like how Izzy was pushing this, but you didn't really have another choice but to just go with it.

Izzy seemed annoyed and hostile and, you got it, sort of. You were best friends. No need to lie. You'd never lied about bringing guys over to the flat ever before.

Some of your other friends fell into a conversation about dating apps. About how none of them really work, how they barely know any people who've been on them and who are still in successful relationships. You leant back a little to listen along, had a slow sip of your drink and tried to ignore Izzy staring at you from across the table.

When you did look her way and made eye-contact, her features instantly softened and she leant closer over the table as she mouthed, "Why?"

You frowned, unsure of what she meant.

"What do you mean, why?" you mouthed back, and in a crossfire of conversation, Izzy pushed another friend out of his seat to sit directly opposite you.

"Why are you off the apps?"

Joe tuned in. Couldn't not. The two of you were right there next to him, blocking him from joining the conversation on the other side of the table.

You repeated what you'd said earlier. Added, "They're a bit shit really, aren't they?" to which you knew she'd agree.

And Izzy did agree.

But you also saw her worry lines work.

"I don't— we're on different pages," Izzy started, a little louder now as she sat back. "Different books even."

"What do you mean?" Joe asked, tried to make it sound like he wasn't incredibly invested in whatever this conversation was between you and your flat mate. Best friend. The one person who you'd been actively hiding from for over a month now.

"I know the difference between a fake orgasm and a real one," Izzy said, voice flat and loud enough for the whole table and then probably also the three closest to you to hear.

You choked on your drink before Izzy carried on. Coughed right into your glass and got beer all down your chin.

"These guys are—" Izzy shifted from talking to Joe to talking to you, "I don't know what they're doing to you, but they're good."

This got whoops - loud ones. Ones that made people across the pub turn their heads to see what the commotion was about.

"Okay!" you immediately tried to make everyone tone it down, one of your arms stretched over the table. "All right, I need some— some fresh air? A drink. I'm gonna get— does anyone else want to do a drink over a tenner? Gin tonic? Let me just—"

You stumbled through an excuse to escape everyone whilst simultaneously ignoring every question that was thrown at you by your friends.

"Guys? These are plural men?"

"Is that why you're off the apps? Found the right bloke who does it for you?"

"How often do you hear her, Izzy?"

"Give us a name!"

You awkwardly climbed from your seat and disappeared on your way to the bar.

Fuck.

You'd been so convinced Izzy didn't know, or hadn't heard. She never said anything.

She didn't know it was Joe though.

She'd said guys.

Thought you were bringing home guys from the apps to spend some spicy time with in your closed of bedroom. Snuck them in and snuck them out.

Sure.

Slut era.

You could pretend that this was the actual truth and go with it for however long you needed to.

"Hey,"

You thought maybe Izzy would follow you, but instead, Joe placed a hand on your shoulder as you waited for your turn at the bar.

"I um— I hear that someone is, um—" Joe couldn't help the smile he was sporting. "Being real nice to you."

You smiled through a scoff.

"Don't,"

"I'm not doing anything, I just..." you felt a warm hand spread its fingers over your bum. "It's not gone down, yet," Joe whispered right into your ear.

It made you lean back to scan his face a second as you frowned with confusion. His mouth made it back to your ear, "Here, it's been— I've been walking around with this since we left yours," below the bar, Joe's hand found yours and moved it over to his crotch.

"Jesus Christ, Joe," you hissed, panicked eyes darting around to see if anyone else had just witnessed that.

"I told her."

What?!

You couldn't fucking believe what you were hearing.

"You told Izzy about your semi?"

"Um, have a proper feel, this isn't a—"

"What can I get you?"

"A dirty bucket of gin, side of tonic," you huffed before Joe interjected, ordering three regular sized gin and tonics. One for you, one for Joe and presumably one for Izzy, for the traumatising.

"I told her it's me,"

You laughed. Bursted right into it, puffed out cheeks releasing air before it stuttered into giggles.

"No, you didn't— listen, I'm going to down my drink and leave, I'll text you when—"

His mouth found your ear again as he leant into you, spoke right into your ear again, voice low and husky, "I told her. Izzy knows now."

"What— what did you say?"

"I went," Joe started and made exaggerated facial expressions, raised eyebrows and big eyes. Then he smiled and pointed a finger at himself and nodded as his grin grew. "And then she went," Joe mimicked Izzy's reaction, surprise and frowned shock before adding, "And then she said she fucking knew it, that she'd known all along."

Oh.

Okay.

What now...

You didn't know what to do next.

Was Izzy mad?

You'd lied to her for ages.

Joe paid for the gin and you took a glass to immediately take large gulps of, stepping back just enough to catch sight of your table of friends.

They were all talking. Izzy included. Didn't seem bothered that you weren't there. Just a normal group of people talking about their week. All commotion from before gone, which, good. That was good.

You still didn't really want to go back over.

Then Izzy looked over and caught your eye. Your breath stopped for a second as you froze, afraid Izzy would let you see her anger and annoyance and frustration, because why had you lied for so long? Why had you not just told her?

But then, instead, Izzy smiled, pointed a finger at you with a scrunched up face and winked.

Izzy was a good friend.

"This is for Izzy," Joe pressed a second gin and tonic into your hands, already halfway through his own, just like you.

"Could you go— I don't, we have to— you know,"

You suppressed a smile.

"Ugh," you groaned with faux annoyance. "You're hard, we get it."

Before stepping away from him to bring Izzy your drink, Joe took hold of you by a bicep and pulled you close once more. "You say that like it isn't you fault."

It was weird and a little scary being out in the open, in public, with Joe like this, but you guessed that now, you could just... do that?

Wild.

You pulled back a little, smiled and raised your eyebrows at him.

"You say that like I'm not going to take care of it,"

You bumped your hip into him, and Joe had to close his eyes for a second. Bite down a groan and take deep breaths through flared nostrils for a second. You left him there as you quickly took Izzy's drink over to the table before turning around and beelining it back.

There was no way you were going to say anything. Invite comments or questions or even the odd facial expression.

You got them anyway.

"Bye,"

"Enjoy!"

"Have fun!"

"Hey, tell Joe to tuck it away already, we've been making jokes behind his back all night,"

"Bye babe,"

And with a laugh, you shook your head as you walked back over to Joe, both downed the rest of your drinks, drinks that Joe paid far too much for to down within a minute, interlaced fingers and left the pub together.

Joe got into a bet with you weeks ago, all for a week of fun he knew he was going to have with you, win or lose.

Had wanted to have with you, since, like, forever.

He'd never expected the outcome to be better than what he could've predicted.

He'd never even expected you to jump into this bet with him in the first place.

A sight-unseen transaction.

A true blind bargain.

One that panned out fucking perfect.

the end

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[daydreams-after-dark]

You are dressed up in your short, tight, stretchy black dress and the sluttiest shoes you own. As you finish your makeup in the bathroom of your shared apartment, you decide last minute to shimmy your panties off. You step out of them, kick them to the side and then smooth your dress down over your bare ass. You want to give Minsung easy access because you are in a mood - a horny mood.

Actually, you realise you don’t really feel like going out. You’d rather have yourself and your two lovers stay home and fuck. But the boys had insisted, apparently it is going to be an important social occasion, or something.

You try your hardest to be a “good girl” and bite your tongue and not nag to go home, but you just can’t help it. You complain about your shoes hurting. You complain that they aren’t trying to feel you up like they normally do. You complain that they keep looking at other women too much.

“Will you just fucking give it a break?” Minho hisses, tugging your hair to bring your ear close to his mouth.

Later on, when you are sitting next to Han at a table, he slides a hand up between your legs, discovering you aren’t wearing any underwear. He is livid. “Baby! Where the fuck are your panties?How many people have you let see up your skirt tonight, hmm?” He growls.

You shrug “I don’t know. Maybe they’ll give me some attention if they catch a glimpse, instead of pretending I’m not here, like you and MInho have been doing.” You pout.

That’s it. You’ve gone too far. They are fucking PISSED! They can’t you out of there quick enough. You sit in the back of the car as they drive home wordlessly. You can feel your wetness sticking to your inner thighs in anticipation.

They pull you into the apartment and drag you into the bedroom.

“On your knees. Leave your slutty shoes on.” Minho says sternly.

You drop to your knees as the men unbuckle their belts and remove their clothes entirely.

“You just couldn’t shut the fuck up tonight, could you, baby?” Han sneers as he tilts your chin up. “I think we need to make sure you can’t speak for the rest of the night, don’t you agree, Minho?” He adds.

“Yep! She needs her mouth stuffed with cock. That’s what she needs.”

They both move in towards you, their fully erect cocks aimed at your face, and you can hardly wait.

“You know, MInho,” Han whispers. “Our little slut isn’t wearing panties. She thinks we’re gonna fuck her desperate little hole.” He laughs.

Minho looks amused. “Really?” He raises and eyebrow. “Show us.”

You slowly hike your dress up so it resembles some sort of tank top, exposing your lower half.

“Fuck, you’re a needy brat.” He shakes his head.

Han prods your lips with the tip of his dick. “Open up for me, baby.” He sucks a breath through his teeth as you take him into your mouth. He doesn’t let you adjust to him, he just grabs the back of your head to hold you still as he fucks into your mouth. You splutter and gag. He is moving too rough and too deep. You love it though. He pushes all the way into your throat, holding your head against his pelvis. When he can sense you need to catch your breath, he pulls out just enough for you to take another breath and then he slams right into your throat again. But Han being Han, he starts to lose himself to the moment and starts to fuck your face erratically, almost manically.

“Yeah, fucking take it baby….You sound so sexy choking on me like this… Look at all that drool running down your chin…. Your mascara looks so fucking slutty running down your cheeks like that. Such a filthy mess.” He throws his head back as he shoots his cum down your throat.

“Show us the cum on your tongue.” Minho instructs. You open your mouth showing them all of Han’s cum.

“Don’t swallow it.” Minho adds as he pushes his cock into your mouth now. “Fuck!” He cries out as his dick slides so smoothly in your wet mouth where your saliva and Han’s cum have mixed together to make a sloppy mess.

“That’s it, kitten…You’re gonna fucking take everything we give you tonight…This is what your mouth is made for, not fucking complaining like you have all night long.” Minho’s pace is brutal and harsh. You are not sure how you are taking his entire cock like this. He pulls it out almost the whole way and slams it back in. Over and over. Your pussy is just as wet and messy as your mouth and you wish one of them would fuck you already.

You feel Han’s cock against your cheek now, and you reach up and stroke it with your hand. He’s hard again and ready to go.

Minho pulls out and makes you open your mouth so he can milk himself onto your waiting tongue. “Okay. Swallow everything.” You do and then open up so they can see your empty mouth.

“Good, she’s ready to start again.” Han says excitedly.

They move you around now, laying you on your back with your head hanging off the edge of the bed. In this position they can get even deeper into your throat. You feel a pair of hands around your neck, squeezing so they can feel your throat working around their cock.

It’s now you start to lose track of time and who’s cock is in your mouth. They keep taking turns, sometimes swapping before they cum, other times they coat your mouth with their semen. Even once or twice, you feel one of them blow their load on your tits.

Your face is an absolute mess. The sounds coming from your mouth are obscene. Your pussy aches to be touched. They haven’t even touched you. The agony makes you whine.

“Aww baby, you really want your other holes filled don’t you?” Han taunts.

“She can’t answer you now, her mouth is too full of cock…Doesn’t it sound good when she can’t nag?”

Eventually, they can’t get their dicks up anymore, and they carefully lift you up and take you to the shower. They gently wash your body and your face, then lay you on the bed, where they each take turns going down on you.

They slowly eat you out and fuck you with their fingers, making you come five times (Han is pleased with himself that he got one more out of you than Minho). They caress and worship your body for what feels like hours, and snuggle you until you drift off to sleep.

@noellllslut I’ve moved your ask over to this blog because, well… I think it fits the theme.

@kangnina @weareapackofstrays @channieandhisgoonsquad

[ash5monster01]

All Yours

Pairing: Drew Starkey x FemReader

Warnings: 18+, implied smut, mentions of nudity, slight smut, fluff

Summary: When you and Drew move in together you have to get used to each others quirks. The only one he still struggled with was your lack of shirts around the house. How was he supposed to focus while you’re constantly on display for him?

word count: 1183

Masterlist

You and Drew had lived separately the majority of your relationship. When you first met during season one of Outerbanks you had been in separate apartments in the same building. By the time filming was finished and you two had sparked interest in each other you returned to your apartments in LA and continued to peruse your relationship with your own spaces. The thought of moving in together never really occurred to you considering you spent most of your time together and you were both content spending the night at each others own homes. Yet by the time filming for season three rolled around and it came down to finding apartments, Drew didn’t even have a second thought about asking to share an apartment with you. It had made sense, especially since you two had been together now for almost two years. 

It wasn’t hard to say no, you knew you’d both be in each other’s apartments every night anyway. So it made sense to save money, and move the next step forward. It also was a good trial run considering once filming was over you’d still have separate apartments to come back to, but you figured that would change by the time filming ended anyway. Drew was your favorite person, your comfort person, and sometimes spending all day with your significant other would drive people nuts, but for you it was a blessing in disguise. It was nice to feel even closer, learn new things that hadn’t yet been discovered in the relationship.

You learned Drew always had to eat by 7:30 or it was the end of the world, he always had to set out his outfit the night before, the first thing he did in the morning was brush his teeth, and he always showered at night. Which was perfect since you always showered in the morning. Drew had learned all the quirks about you as well. You were a lamp person, always lighting the one closest to you, especially before bed while reading a book. Until you moved in he had never even thought to turn a lamp on, viewing it as just decoration. You also were very organized, and clean, which he didn’t mind at all. He also learned you had a well planned out night routine, along with a morning routine. He had known vaguely about your night routine from previous sleepovers, but he normally was gone and working by the time you started your morning routine or you went home to do it, so this was all new to him.

You would shower, dry off, and then get halfway dressed. Now this didn’t mean pulling one of his T-shirts over your head like a dress. This usually meant sweat pants, or shorts, and no shirt. You would get ready, completely topless, and he hadn’t expected it. In a way he was glad you were so comfortable, but also he wasn’t sure what to do with himself because there you were, rack out, putting mascara on in the mirror, and he had to pretend like it didn’t make him want to pull you back to bed and be late to set by an hour. You acted so nonchalant about it, and he realized this was normal for you. So instead of trying to sexualize you, he’d sit back and watch the show. Brush his teeth, wash his face, and get dressed, his eyes trained on you. Or more likely your bare chest.

“What scenes do you have today baby?” you asked, brushing your wet hair, which was already starting to curl and frizz from the humid air.

“Me and Nicholas are filming on the yacht today, a lot of gold scenes” Drew responded, eyes trained on your chest as you brushed you wet hair over it.

“That sounds fun! Me and Rudy have a few today I believe” you responded back, now moving onto deodorant and perfume. Drew admired the way your chest moved as you lifted your arms, then peeking even more and you continued to innocently get ready.

“Sounds good baby” Drew mumbled, distracted by the show. You had picked up that Drew admired you in the mornings, it wasn’t hard to miss the incessant staring. You appreciated he ignored it, because this was your normal, and him not taking advantage made you love him even more.

“I wish we had more scenes together” you pouted as you turned to him. His gaze left the mirror and faced you before dropping right back down. You suppressed the giggle and decided to mess with him as he put down his toothbrush.

“I know, but I’ll come visit you on break and we can snuggle and watch High School Musical tonight” he told you, as he turned back.

“You’ll perform all the Troy scenes for me?” you asked as you stepped close, wrapping your arms around his waist. Drew felt his breath hitch as your bare chest met with his shirt.

“As long as you perform the Gabriella scenes” he offered, leaning down to peck a kiss to you lips. Now both hugging each other in the bathroom.

“I’d perform the Gabrielle scenes to your Troy any day” you grinned, squeezing your chest tighter against him. “Maybe we can come back home, put this outfits back on, and perform them just like this”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that” he smiled, nudging his face into your neck to flutter kisses across it.

“I’m sure you won’t be” you teased, hands reaching behind you to grab his own. He pulled back from your neck, eyes giving you a confused look, as you pulled them in front of you and placed them directly on your chest. “Stop pretending like you don’t want to touch them, if my boyfriend didn’t appreciate my body I’d have reason to be concerned”

“I was just trying to give you space” you offered, hands palming you lightly, permission to touch turning him on.

“The moment we moved in we sacrificed space, I’m all yours, and that includes these” you told him and a wide grin spread across his face, now feeling you up with no shame.

“If you keep getting ready without a shirt, I hope you know I’m never going to leave you alone” he told you, and you smiled as you reached to grip his pants by the belt loops.

“I’m not opposed to that, I love it when you touch me” Drew closed his eyes, drawing in a breath because you had work. If he got too worked up he’d be miserable all day.

“We have thirty minutes you know” you said, using his belt loops to tug his front flush against yours. His arousal now evident.

“I can work with thirty minutes” he said quickly as he let go of your chest. In a swift movement he bent down and wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up, your chest right in his face. His lips locked onto your breast and you giggled as he moved you back to the bedroom.

“I’m never wearing a shirt again”

[mythsandheather]

Because I already brought this up on Reddit, let’s talk about it here too.

LONG POST ABOUT HADES, HERA AND AVOIDING ACCOUNTABILITY LIKE THE PLAGUE INCOMING.

Persephone knows that Hera and Hades had a thing now, right? So after guilt tripping herself all day for feeling insecure, they finally talk about it. Hades admits to having feelings for her once. Feelings, let’s be specific. He hasn’t yet said they had a relationship or a centuries long affair behind Zeus’s back.

Persephone, as any sensible person would, asks a very fair question. Let’s ignore how disconcerting she looks for a second.

Now the response any normal fucking person would give here would obviously be “no”, right? Or some variation. “No, I’m not.” “No, we’re just friends.” “No, that’s in the past and I love you.”

That’s the normal, reasonable, acceptable response…but this is Lore Olympus. So naturally Hades doesn’t do that.

“Let me just preface this” oh I just know I’m about to hear some male manipulator bullshit. All that shit he just said when he could have simply said “no”. Also, why the pause?

Never fails to make me laugh how LO Hera is supposed to be this glamorous, sympathetic, strong, aspirational figure that Persephone and the audience alike should revere, when all she is is a racist, classist, deadbeat parent and chain smoking drunk whose primary hobby seems to be putting on too much mascara just so she can cry it off every other chapter.

Also, Hades, if you had a lot of respect for Hera, you wouldn’t be telling Persephone all her business without her knowledge or consent.

JUST SAY NO YOU ANTISEMITIC LOOKING MOTHERFUCKER.

What does that even mean? “What we are now is a ghost of what we used to be.” What a weirdly vague yet specific choice of words.

What did you used to be? Hades never says what they were or how long it went for and he still never fucking says it’s over. Now it’s just…a ghost? What’s that then, Papa Smurf?

Are you still haunted by this relationship? Is it like a ghost in the sense it’s going to come back cuz that’s what ghosts do? Cuz I’m not hearing “that phase is completely done”, I’m hearing “this phase is on pause and will most definitely be picked up on again the second the opportunity presents itself”. 

Like I said, it’s such a weird, specific choice of words.

To quote Mabel “Madea” Simmons, “look at him try to throw it on you now. It’s like if he tries to get Persephone to engage and agree with him, then it’s all okay and he’s successfully excused himself and distracted from the question at the same time.

First, a couple of petty things. One, look at how wonky his eyes are. Those were adjusted last minute and you can see it. Also his hairstyle changed with each panel. 

Second, there have always been a lot of immortal beings around. At the specific time we’re talking about back when Hera and Hades first got together, for example, there was already a whole mess of chthonic gods running around. There were nymphs, satyrs and other immortal creatures that were and are perfectly viable dating options. 

Hades just so happened to want the woman who was dating his brother and banging his dad, and Persephone just so happened to get involved with two of her cousins and then marry her uncle.

This whole “the immortal dating pool” comment feels like a disclaimer to avoid the fact that, try as she might to avoid it, Rachel ended up right back in the incest pit that all Greek mythology adaptions inevitably try to avoid yet fall into in the end.

I’m also not going to pretend that these two having such a limited word view on dating options doesn’t stem from the fact that they think basically everyone else is inferior to them.

But, in conclusion, Hades was asked a fair question that required a one word answer. One word, two letters…and he could not do it. 

Instead we get dragged on this purple prose wannabe, “I’m 14 and this is deep” diatribe that barely skims the surface of what his entanglement with Hera really was. Immediately following this, Hades goes on to explain Hera’s golden traitor title and her history with Kronos. This is also the infamous chapter where he claims Zeus has no trauma.

He was more comfortable discussing his father abusing and then brutally maiming Hera, and more comfortable minimising what happened to his brothers, than he was just saying “no, I don’t love Hera anymore”. 

Rachel does this for Hades a lot. Hades is, at least in my opinion, not one of the more interesting greek deities and the fact he’s the male lead of LO and her celebrity crush’s insert means she feels the need to beef up how important, how powerful, how desirable, how vulnerable, how lonely, how angry, how complicated he is, but does not possess the skill to do so.

So she writes herself into a corner and the mountain of evidence for Hades being a fucking awful person gets bigger. 

For example, as we just saw, Hades had a thing with Hera. He’s soooo sexy and so hot and so kind and so perfect and so irresistible and desirable that even Hera can’t resist him! But wait! Making Hades and Hera have a centuries long affair behind Zeus’s back and with Hades going into another relationship where he cheats on his current girlfriend, Minthe, with Persephone, doesn’t reflect well on poor daddy Hades! What to do??

The simple and logical route, other than just not having the stupid affair in the first place, is for Hades to just admit he made a mistake and he regrets it and is trying to do better. But wait! Daddy Hades is a complicated and edgy bad boy…but he can’t actually do anything bad cuz he always has to be in the right! 

So instead of ever admitting he’s wrong, god forbid he do that, let alone apologise, every time we get treated to what a piece of shit he is and the consequences of his bad actions and Rachel’s bad writing, we get tormented with more faux-deep prose that’s meant to paint him as a helpless lonely victim and remove any blame from him, while conveniently always minimising and dismissing someone else’s suffering.

I’d kill to see what sad, poetic, overly-wordy garbage he spins when he inevitably cheats on Persephone with Hera, because this whole exchange all but screams that the door is very much still open.

Persephone felt bad about herself for being insecure by the chemistry and contact that Hera and Hades still have, because how could she even think of misjudging poor dear Hades? IMO, she’s not worried enough. Homegirl is already on her way to ending up where Minthe was.

[rinatic]

Call me babe | Nakamoto Yuta

Pairing: collegestudent!yuta x fem!reader

Genre: college students, popular boy yuta, fluff in the end

Word count: 1700+

Warnings: jealous and protective yuta

A/n: i had a hard time choosing a member for this oneshot, so i decided it's yuta :)

"I hate yuta, i really do."

"Of course you do, sane people hate him."

"Then the rest of the female population in the campus aren't normal."

Your best friend rolls her eyes at the mention of yuta, who you just admitted to hate. While in reality, he was your crush.

As you fix your hair, flicking it over your shoulders. You thought of him. I don't have a crush on him! He's an asshole! He doesn't deserve my time. You tell yourself repeatedly. But the voice in your head keeps coming up and 'corrects' these thoughts. You do love him, you just hate how popular he's with women and you can't do anything about because he's not yours.

And that's a fact.

"Ugh, why is he so handsome? Why does god keeps creating assholes with pretty faces?" Your best friend shots a look in your way through the glass reflection and you continue pretending to fix your clothes and ignore the glare.

Yes, he's handsome, annoyingly handsome. Everyone knows that and there's no denying in that part, but the streak of arrogance and his attitude cancels out the sexiness.

"Handsome or not, he's still an asshole." She says as she applies some mascara.

You kinda felt mad when she said that. Yes he's an asshole, but no one should call him that except me. You thought. You two ledt the bathroom and walked the hallway together.

There he was, standing with the group of trash men he's with everyday. You stare at the back of his head. His perfect long brown hair has passed his ears. You don't think you've seen him with long hair before. Damn, he must look good.

He always looks good. Even if he's wearing the most terrible outfit in the world.

He turns around and you find yourself staring at him, these long brown strands definitely made him become hotter.

Damn.

To say you two run in different crowds is putting it mildly. And that's what you hate the most. You both are the complete opposites, you have literally nothing in common and that what has been holding you back from opening a conversation with him for a long time, you know you can talk to people with different interests well, but if you talk to him, you feel like you'll look like the biggest loser in the world.

It's not like you have a chance to talk to him anyways, most of the time, he's either with his homies, or with those girls who are always glued to him. And you don't think he would think of you as someone interesting. Because when he finds someone interesting, he talks to them instantly, but you've never even greeted each other. There is absolutely no reason whatsoever for him to know you exist and you assure yourself that fine with that.

Even though it hurts a little.

"His hair looks like a mop." She says as she laughs, you curse under my breath. A fake smile appears on your lips. "Yeah, you're right," you lie, cautiously gazing at him. "I can clean this hallway with his hair." I may be mocking his ass but the last thing I want is for him to actually hear me. You thought to yourself.

Yuta looks in your way, his tongue dancing with a lolipop. His eyes meet yours and your body immediately becomes stiff. It's as if time has stopped. He smirks at you before sucking on it, shifting his eyes back to his best friends.

It may sound dramatic, but you actually stopped yourself from unleashing a scream, you felt the urge to scream like a fan just because he gave you that look. If i turn into a whore there’s only one person to blame for it. Him.

You hoped your bestie didn't notice what just happened. You lick your lips as you look at the other way, you waant to avoid him, everytime your eyes meet your feelings become obvious and you don't want that. You don't want anyone to see that, especially your best friend..

..and him.

"I'm so bored." She mutters. "Me too, I'm going to get us coffee." You head to the cafeteria without giving her a chance to reply. Maybe drinking coffee will stop you from daydreaming about him. It became a routine to think about him for a good hour. Damn, i just have a crush on him and i'm like this, what will i do if he was my boyfriend?

The thought actually formed butterflies in your stomach.

You stand up and look at every listed drink. "Hello.." the cashier trailed with a smile as he saw you approaching the counter. "Hi, is the coffee machine working?" You ask, last time you came to get some coffee last week, there was another cashier who told you that it broke. So you decided to ask before ordering.

"Thank god, it wasn't working last time i came." You said. "Sorry about that." You muttered a small 'it's okay'.

"If it wasn't working now, i would've fixed it just for you." He smiled warmly and put his arms on the counted, giving off a friendly vibe. You blushed a little at his words and he giggled. "So cute."

"What would you like to order, cutie?" His smile faded slowly but you didn't notice. "I'll take one small coffee.. and-"

"Make it two."

A deep voice trailed from behind you, it was sunny so you can see a shadow hovering over your body. Turning around. It was none other than nakamoto yuta. His gaze snags on yours as he clears his throat.

"I've been searching for you, babe." His voice is husky and loud. Your heart thuds. Hard. Like it came to a complete and utter stop. How am I still alive? You thought. Swallowing the saliva that bulit up in your mouth. "Fine." You don't know how you managed not to stutter, even though you feel like your knees will betray you any moment.

Why would he call me babe? What game is he playing? You thought. Yeah, yuta is a player that's why you toned down how you feel at the moment, you won't let yourself get excited over it.

Those dark brown eyes of his never leaving you. You're the one who has to look away first. His gaze twists you up inside. So you decided to keep your attention on the cashier.

"Who were you going to buy coffee for?" He asks, he's not looking at you this time. The tone of his voice is much calmer. You don't even know why was aggressive the cashier earlier. You think of a reply as your lips form a straight line. "Why you're asking?" You decided not to tell him that it's for your best friend, you want to know what drove him to ask this question.

"Don't drink anything with him."

He says, straightforwardly and his gaze doesn't meet yours yet. Did he notice him flitting with you? A shiver moves down your spine due to his deep voice but you ignore it. "Why though?"

"Just don't. Don't trust any man here."

"Including you?"

"Except me."

You stop talking and stare at the coffee that is being made. Ignoring the fact that your heart beats loudly like it's going to brust out of your chest. You clear your throat. Why the fuck is time moving so slow? You thought. Even though you like him and acknowledge the effect he has on you. Yuta was now making you grow hotter the more you're standing with him. It became so hot, even though it's currently winter.

You catch a glance of him, he's glaring so hard at the poor boy, you don't want to jump to conclusions, but you couldn't help but think that he's jealous. You try to convince your mind that he's not but that voice in your head keeps hitting you with it.

Finally, he comes with your coffee. Yuta's attention falls on it. "Are you sure you don't want anything else?" The cashier asks warmly. In a second, yuta reaches for your shoulder and glues you to his side, putting his arm protectively on your shoulder without touching you much. His warm embrace warmed you and tge smell of his fresh cologne hit your nostrills. "If my girlfriend wanted something, she would've said." He practically throws the money on the counter.

My girlfriend? God.. he sounded so fucking sexy. your mind fixated on that word.

He drags you softly with him away, as if the cafeteria is a bad place he's protecting you from. You really want an explanation, but there's no time for that, that's what he thinks.

"I could've paid for mine though." You mumble quietly. He takes out his lolipop and takes a sip, ignoring what you said. Then he gives you his and you wonder why, in a moment, he grabs yours and takes a sip of it.

"Hmm, it's safe." He says before you can protest. He smiles at you brightly. Before putting the lolipop in his mouth again, with a smirk, he hands you your drink and steps to the back slowly. "Y/n! Don't forget to call me babe too." He waves at you before rushing back to his friends. You smile at how he called your name. Gosh, he's cute. You thought.

You stand there dumbfounded. Wondering what the hell he meant, as you held your coffee in your other hand, something fell to the ground. You kneel and take it, it's a tiny folded piece of paper. Opening it

"Call me, love 2553-****?" You read what's in it, you slowly proceed everything, resulting in a cute smile appearing on your face, you jump like a kid as you hug the paper to your chest. You stare at the paper for a little and take a sip of the coffee, specifically from the spot he drank from.

You felt guilty because of how you thought of him before, you thought he was the ultimate fuckboy due to the stories othere gossip abouy around which are probably fake. Lots of people are jealous of him so maybe they did portray him as an asshole because of that? He's a sweetheart and it's totally unexpected.

"There you are!" Your best friend walks to you with exhaustion. You brush your thoughts away upon seeing her, hoping she didn't see you with him.

"You're drinking- wait! Y/n!! Where's my coffee?!"

[kerubimcrepin]

Episode 30 - Bonta Folie's (part 2)

...Who would have known that not pretending to be a manly man-man, and actually being a friend to your girlfriend would make your relationship better?

But genuinely, it's so cute to see them finally getting along.

Even that is enough for him.

It's very interesting to me, the way this juxtaposes his party.for all of the girls, and this one-on-one dinner proposition.

Yet again, Kerubim isn't just trying to get back together with Lou — he's become a part of the collective.

And he isn't just pretending to be a woman - he's relishing in it.

Which is very normal and not a sign of anything at all about his gender.

...Is this a good time to, yet again, mention that this episode is the first time we see Kerubim wearing green, chronologically speaking? Y'know, his favourite color?

Between trying to isolate Lou, mistreating everyone but her, unlawfully terminating Keke's employment out of jealousy, and, in general, and the power imbalance in trying to seek a relationship with one's own employee... The twitter callout would be wild. World's shittiest employer.

...Also, way to hit the sore spots, considering "you're barely worth the attention she gives you" is pretty much Keke's Nightmare.

Smudged mascara from tears. Cute...

Finally, he gets the courage to do the right thing. Only takes everything being So Over each time. I guess it says a lot about his character. Even as an old man he's not good at telling the truth, if it makes him feel bad.

Past Kerubim would have been probably been begging, tearfully, on his knees, for her to take him back. Or, perhaps, past Kerubim would have been denying he was at fault altogether.

What happened in the last episodes, is that he finally learned to take accountability for his life. He's okay with rejection. It's just that he wants her to know that he's sorry.

(nods sagely) And Pinpin is actually just a woman.

...Oh, god, it is going to be hard not to screenshot every single frame of the next scene.

In the past, perhaps he would have tried to say something in his defence. But it's not about him: it's about her shitty, shitty birthday, about him having lied to her for weeks or months, and him having caused her to forget him.

So, he doesn't say anything.

He lets her do all the talking.

It's only after she says something that isn't sad, and acknowledges that he's still her friend ("it's weird to see you as an Ecaflip" is a far cry from "I lost my best friend") that he begins to talk back, even making a little joke to test the waters.

Even though he fucked up again, and couldn't bring himself to tell her the truth, he has a new chance.

He isn't pushy, — at best, he'd like to share the road with her.

But despite what happened, she still considers him her best friend, female or not.

[sadhours]

just the two (ok maybe four) of us • part two

by @buckysgrace and i

contents: 18+ minors dni, smut, p in v, sex in front of others

read on ao3

“Don’t forget Friday,” Kim looked over her shoulder, glancing at Billy from her vanity. One of her eyelashes was decorated with mascara while the other remained normal, “You remember what’s happening, right?” He licked his bottom lip as he sat at the edge of her bed. He fumbled with his shirt for a moment.

“Yes?” He questioned, narrowing his eyes a bit as he tried to remember what was on Friday. He raked his mind, trying to search for what she may be talking about. His mind was still fairly fuzzy from their session early this morning. She had been just as loud, if not worse from how overstimulated she still was.

He felt like laughing, knowing that he really had gotten the last word with Steve. Even though Steve had surprised him last night. Gina was louder than usual but he was sure she was just pretending to be nice.

“Steve’s performing at this bar,” She started slowly and he already felt himself groaning in annoyance, “You promised you’d go.” She whined, linking her fingers together as she begged him. Billy raised his eyebrows, knowing from that statement she was lying.

“When did I ever promise to watch him perform?” He laughed as he questioned her, knowing that he had no interest in seeing the dweeb perform. He was fairly certain that they were lying about just how well he could sing.

“He’s really good,” Kim said quickly as she bounced her feet against the floor, “And he doesn’t have many friends. I’m sure he’d love it if you came.” She said as she fluttered her eyelashes at him, looking at him hopefully. Billy grumbled, unsure of how he was supposed to say no to her cute little face.

“Does he have any friends?” Billy questioned, looking at her seriously, “And Gina doesn’t count.” He said seriously, noticing the way she was beginning to speak quickly. She paused as she settled herself towards the mirror again.

“He has a friend,” Kim confirmed as she began to work on her makeup again, “Besides, it’ll be at a bar. You can get as drunk as you want.” She said simply, brushing off the way he was beginning to grumble and whine again.

“What do I get out of this?” He asked her seriously. She glanced over her shoulder, a knowing look in her eyes as she put her tube of mascara away. She sauntered towards him, rubbing her slender fingers across his broad shoulders.

“Whatever you want,” She promised, pecking his lips with her glossed ones, “I will be under your command for that whole night.” She said sweetly, her lips curling into a little smile as she peered at him. He jolted his head back and forth, pretending to think about it.

“That’s dangerous of you,” He told her seriously, but smiled anyway as he tilted his head up to kiss her again. He wondered if they could sneak in another round before class started. He decided against it, remembering the last time they’d spent all day in her bed, “Fine but I’m not happy about it.” She squealed softly, giving him a big hug.

“Thank you!” She exclaimed a little too cheerily for his taste. His eyes narrowed a bit, still wondering why she cared so much about him becoming friends with Steve. They were fine before him, they would be fine afterwards.

He followed her out the room, watching the way her hips moved in the tight leggings she was wearing. He admired the gentle curve of her ass and her exposed pale skin. She opened her arms dramatically, toppling into Gina as she gave her a hug.

“You’re cheery this morning,” Gina pointed out, smiling as she passed Steve a bowl of cereal. Billy snorted, thinking that Steve was fairly pathetic if he couldn’t make his own bowl. He opened the fridge and pulled out a carton of eggs and some milk. Billy would show Steve how to really wow the girls, “And loud.” Gina snorted as she reached for the cereal box.

“I’m making chocolate chip pancakes,” Billy reached his hand out, stopping her before she could fully grab it, “Your favorite. And it’s the only way I can ever get her to wake up in a good mood.” He grinned, looking over his shoulder to watch the way Steve was grumbling into his bowl. Kim’s face was red.

“Who's paying for it?” Steve muttered underneath his breath, but still loud enough for Billy to hear. Billy thought about sniping back that Steve could clearly afford a much bigger house for Gina on his own, but fell silent as Kim wrapped her arms around his waist.

“Be nice,” She whispered softly, swaying back and forth with him as he began to mix the ingredients together. He breathed in, forcing a smile as he nodded back towards her, “I’ll make it worth your wild.” She added as she pressed a gentle kiss against the crook of his neck.

He made seven pancakes total, deciding that he would be nice enough to leave Steve the smallest and most burnt pancake. Kim sent him a look but didn’t say anything, her own smile on her lips as she rambled to Gina about some of the gossip she’d heard in one of her classes.

“Thanks,” Steve replied dryly as Billy plopped the pancake down in front of him, “But I’m full.” He nodded his head, his features wrinkled up in irritation. Billy grinned, clasping a hand harshly against his shoulder.

“You deserve it big boy,” Billy grinned widely, liking the way he easily got underneath Steve’s skin, “It sounds like she came for the first time in a long time.” He couldn’t help the smirk that formed as Steve’s jaw dropped and his eyebrows rose.

“Excuse me?” Steve spit out, looking completely stunned. Billy traced his tongue across his bottom lip, making sure that the girls were still too deep in conversation to notice what he was saying.

“Oh just a conversation I heard the other day,” Billy lied, though it pleased him to see how Steve’s features contorted into worry. Billy shuffled a large bite of pancakes into his mouth, taking his time to chew as Steve waited on the edge of his seat, “She just mentioned how she’d been having to fake orgasms recently.” He shrugged his shoulders, laughing to himself as he knew there was no such conversation. Steve turned to Gina, his brown eyes wide in concern.

“She said that?” He asked, his cheeks reddening a bit as he gulped hard. Billy nodded his head as he chewed, sending Kim a little wave as she looked over. He played it off, making it look like they were getting along.

“Oh yeah,” He replied to Steve, “You know I could offer you some tips. It would cost ya of course, but it would keep Gina interested.” Steve’s eyes were wide as he stared at his plate, looking like he was debating everything he’d ever done in the bedroom.

Billy smirked to himself as he finished the rest of his pancakes, knowing that he had clearly gotten under Steve’s skin. It was all worth it in his opinion. The little dweeb thought that he was better than him when he clearly wasn’t.

“I can drop you off,” Billy offered as the girls began to pick up their school bags, “We’ll be in the same building today.” He told Gina, smiling as he rubbed Kim’s exposed skin gently. Gina laughed.

“Well aren’t you sweet,” She rolled her eyes but nodded her head, “Sure. I’ll see you later babe.” She waved a hand, noting how Steve’s classes didn’t start until far later in the afternoon.

Billy licked his bottom lip, making sure that Steve was still watching as he gripped Kim’s chin. He tilted her head back, making her look up at him before he puckered his lips and slowly spit into her mouth. She sighed, moaning gently as she swirled her tongue around her mouth before she swallowed it. Her eyes were filled with lust once again as she moved her body closer to him.

“Hi,” She breathed out, her eyes raking over his features, “You’re bad.” She giggled, telling him what he already knew. He smacked her ass hard, grinning as he squeezed her ass in his hand. She bit her lip as she pulled away, heading towards the door.

He picked his keys up, glancing towards Steve’s parted mouth and wide eyes. He looked as if he’d never seen something so deranged before. It filled Billy with pride, thinking about how easily he could upset Steve’s world.

“Have a good day, Pretty Boy.” Billy grinned, sending Steve a sly wink before he slammed the door shut behind him.

Steve was still trying to process Billy literally spitting into Kim’s mouth. Are girls into that? Does Gina want him to spit in her mouth? He’d be lying if he said it didn’t make his dick twitch when he watched. Maybe he wants to try it. He can’t really picture himself doing it though, and he’s not sure what that exactly means. God, he needs a shower.

—

Steve’s not sure what he expects when he gets back to Gina’s that night. He was kind of hoping Billy would have some fraternity shit but he’s in the kitchen when Steve goes to put the pack of beer he brought in the fridge. Billy stops him short and pulls one from the pack, winking as he does so. Steve sighs and grabs one for himself after he puts it away. Of course the asshole’s cooking again. But hey, Steve has his own talents. In fact, his guitar is in his car. He thinks about grabbing it and messing around a bit on the couch.

“Where are the girls?” Steve asks, cracking open the bottle of Stella with his keychain beer opener. Billy uses a lighter to open his. Steve can’t decide who wins that contest.

Billy downs half the beer in one swig, but Steve’s not surprised. He’s heard what hazing is like. Assumes Billy can drink him under a table. He licks his lips as he pulls the bottle away and tells Steve, “Kim’s room, I think.”

“What are they doing?” Steve wonders aloud, eyebrows raised.

The blonde grins from ear to ear, a sadistic look in his eye as he suggests, “Maybe they’re fucking.”

“What?” Steve gapes, like Billy’s uncovered a secret or something.

“Scissoring?” Billy frowns, tilting his head. “Maybe they’re sixty-nining.”

Steve rushes to Kim’s room, Billy following close, grabs Steve’s shoulder as he’s about to twist the doorknob open, “Which do you think is hotter?”

“What are you talking about?” Steve whispers back, looking at Billy with squinted eyes.

“Scissoring or sixty-nining? Which would you rather see?” Billy replies hushed, but like it’s obvious what he meant.

Both, Steve thinks. Both would be really cool to see. He feels perverted suddenly, standing there discussing this with Billy. So he ignores him and opens the door, his stomach twisting with anticipation. Then he feels like a fucking idiot when he sees the pair of them on Kim’s bed, text books open. Of course they weren’t fucking. This isn’t some porno, Steve reminds himself. Besides, that would be cheating and Gina wouldn’t do that to him. As badly as he would like to watch the girls fuck, they wouldn’t do that.

“Hi,” Kim says, waving to the boys.

Gina turns her head towards the door, smiling wide when she sees Steve, “Babe, I didn’t know you’d be here so soon. Thought you had practice.”

Steve watches as she climbs off the bed and saunters over, wrapping her arms around his neck. Billy’s still standing behind him. He should probably do something to compete with the spitting this morning. But Steve’s a bitch and he can’t, all he can do is kiss her quickly. He’s too nervous, doesn’t really feel like doing anything sexual to Gina with Billy’s breath on his face.

“Yeah, well, Matt had to work late,” Steve explains, “We’ll practice tomorrow.”

Gina nods, running her fingers through his hair, “Kim and I are almost finished. We’ll be out soon.”

She kisses Steve’s cheek before walking back over to the bed and he shuts the door, turning to look at Billy with that dumb fucking smirk plastered on his face. “You’re an asshole, ya know that?” Steve groans, pushing past the guy and goes out to his car.

He grabs his guitar and small amp, bringing it in and setting up by the couch. Steve sits and opens up his case, picking up his all black Stratocaster and plugs in the quarter inch chord. He keeps the volume on his amp low, trying not to disturb the girls. A quick strum tells him he’s gotta tune. As Steve is fiddling with the strings and making sure they’re all in tune, Billy wanders into the living room with a towel hung over his shoulder. He scoffs, looking thoroughly annoyed. Steve takes that as a win but ignores the blonde and he eventually goes back to cooking. Steve files through the catalog in his head. An obvious choice would be the song he wrote for Gina. However, he’s played it so much for her that he doesn’t really need to practice it.

He starts strumming again, really just kind of messing around before he decides. Fingers through a solo or two before realizing there’s a song he’s been kind of fucking up when they play it live. He starts it, seamlessly even though he can’t seem to do that when he has an audience. Soon enough, Gina recognizes that he’s playing guitar and she and Kim come poking their heads out of her room. They look excited and Steve has to bite his lip to surprise his smile. He tries to play it cool, just offering them a glance as they sit on the couch beside him, practically in each other's laps. There’s a bit in the song that he kind of stumbles on, it’s hard to move his fingers that fast but hell, he wrote it so he better nail it before Friday.

“Play Freebird!” Billy calls from the kitchen and Steve knows it’s a dig, but he actually fucking knows how to. So he does, or he at least starts it and the blonde comes stomping into the living room, “You’re not actually supposed to.”

“Sorry,” Steve laughs, “You requested it.”

Billy’s eyes fall onto the girls and he looks even angrier, the way they watch Steve with dreamy eyes. “I thought musicians had integrity.”

And well it makes Steve laugh, because Billy would be one of the assholes to shout that whenever someone’s playing guitar. Steve’s heard it enough at open mics. And the same thing happens when Steve actually starts playing it, they get angry. It’s hilarious.

Steve ignores him and goes back to messing around and Gina’s poking his thigh with her foot, “Play my song.”

“Your song?” Billy raises an eyebrow.

Kim giggles, turning around to tell him, “Steve wrote a song for Gina. Isn’t that sweet?”

Billy smiles at his girlfriend, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. Steve can see how he clenches his jaw after and he starts playing the song. Watching his fingers as he moves them up the fretboard until he’s got to sing. But he still gets too nervous to look at Gina so he keeps his eyes down.

“I am only half a man without you…”

Gina squeals whenever he sings that part, this time is no different. He can see in his peripheral vision that Kim squeezes Gina’s bicep too. Ha. Take that Billy.

“And I want you, baby, I need you. Seems untrue but I know I do. Each day is gonna be so blue, if we don’t get to see this through.”

He’s better at singing in front of people now, thanks to steady bookings and open mics and the occasional karaoke night. When he finishes the song, Gina’s crawling over and wrapping her arms around his waist. She kisses along his neck and whispers in his ear, “Thank you. I love you.”

Steve kisses her softly, “Love you.”

He smiles at her as she pushes his hair off his forehead.

—

Steve’s on the couch, scrolling through Reddit on his phone when Billy plops down next to him. He leans over to look at Steve’s phone with an amused face, “Can you see tits on there?”

He gives this annoyed look to Billy before replying, “Yeah. There’s porn on Reddit.”

“Pull some up,” Billy suggests nonchalantly and Steve is tempted for a second but it’s also too easy to make a dig at him.

“Is that what you do in your frat? Just a bunch of guys looking at porn together?”

“Sometimes,” Billy shrugs, “What? Like you’ve never looked at porn with a buddy?”

Steve shakes his head, “Can’t say I have. Seems kind of gay.”

Billy snorts and it makes Steve uneasy. He nudges his shoulder, “Come on. Show me.”

Steve sighs, clicking on the search bar which drops down his past searches. They’re mostly music subreddits and another for programming. He foolishly decided he would take a class in it this year and he’s drowning. He types ‘gone wild’ into the search bar. “This is like the big one, I guess, it’s mostly just girls promoting their only fans.”

Billy hums while Steve scrolls, “You think they get a lot of people from here?”

Steve shrugs, “If they’re hot, I guess.”

Kim and Gina come in from the kitchen, they’d done the dishes after dinner.

“What’re you guys looking at?” Kim asks as she sits next to Billy.

Steve drops his phone to his lap, “Nothing.”

“Naked chicks,” Billy answers truthfully, unashamed.

“Oh yeah?” Kim tilts her head.

“None of them as hot as you,” Billy purrs, wrapping his arm around Kim’s waist and pulling her onto his lap while he starts kissing her neck.

Steve squirms as he scoots further away, his skin flushed with embarrassment. Gina sits next to him, grabbing the remote. She doesn’t seem bothered by what they were looking at but Steve still feels ashamed. Gina picks a movie easily, some horror movie and cuddles up to Steve.

Billy’s lips hover over Kim’s skin as he peppers kisses up her neck. He pulls her hair away, getting a better angle before he licks at her skin again. She has a certain spot, just a few centimeters below her left ear that makes her whole body shiver when he touches it.

She gasps, just as he was expecting as he nips at the spot on her neck. He grins against her skin, knowing that he can’t sing but he sure can make her with just the lightest touch. He feels his cock stirring in his pants, wondering if Steve is watching him.

“That part used to scare me too,” Gina speaks up, totally wrapped up in the movie to notice, “Kinda cheesy now, don’t you think?” She’s questioning Steve and Billy finally looks over, noticing how Steve’s eyes are mixed with curiosity from watching the two. Billy’s lips curl up into a smirk as he winks at him, rocking Kim’s flushing form back and forth.

“Are you wearing panties?” He whispers low, his face inches from Kim’s red cheeks and she shakes her head slowly. He squeezes at her side, “Go take them off and grab a blanket.” He urges her, watching the way she takes off without protesting.

When he turns back around Steve’s features are written in disbelief, a telltale sign that he has been listening. Billy just shoots him a sly grin as he waits for Kim to return. Steve shakes his head, looking quite irritated as he turns away. Billy doesn’t give a damn.

“I got cold,” She says, sounding a little embarrassed as she crawls back onto Billy’s lap and covers them just as quickly. He doesn’t doubt it, but doesn’t reply as he’s shifting to pull his hard cock out and slide it into her wet cunt. He licked the corner of her mouth as he feels her stretch around him, “Mhm.” She slips out, turning her head quickly as she tried to pretend to be occupied with the movie.

He grins as he rubs her hips, pushing down on them until he’s fully bottomed out inside of her and just lets her sit there. They’ve done this a handful of times, but his favorite may have been when he was introducing her to his fraternity group. She had been the one to instigate it that time, but a little alcohol and weed always left her frisky.

Billy watches as Steve tries to shuffle further away, but is unable to by the size of the couch. Billy bites down on his lip and he’s scooting just a hair closer and kicking his leg out until it’s pressed against Steve’s, just because he can.

Billy’s always liked having an audience watch him, especially when he’s with Kim. It’s happened more than once where someone has walked in on them and he’s just fucked her through it. She always gets shy and bashful after, but the look in her eyes tells him that she likes it just as much. Although she may be sweeter, she’s just as big of a freak as he is.

She shifts her hips a bit, obviously struggling to keep from bouncing on his cock by the way her hands are gripping the blanket. He presses his nose against her cheek, nudging her softly until she’s turning downwards and pressing her lips against his heatedly. He kisses her slowly and dirty. Sliding his tongue inside of her mouth and licking away her spit as he notices Steve shifting in his spot again.

He can feel himself throbbing inside of her, his cock aching at the way she squeezes him so tightly. He’s tempted to reach between them and play with her clit, but decides against it. She never lasts long once he starts to do that, and he wants to savor the feeling of her tonight. It only makes it more worth it once he actually starts fucking her. She’s even louder, more feral.

“So like,” Billy’s turning to face Steve again, grinning at how Steve is obviously trying to avoid eye contact, “Does your little band just play music you wrote or like, do you play Taylor Swift too?”

“I only play that for Kim.” Steve says finally, his brown eyes warm as he turns to look at her. Only she’s not paying attention. Her fingertips are digging into Billy’s shoulder as she stares down at her lap, her features contorted together in pleasure like she’s fighting the urge to move. And Billy can tell that she is by the way she’s squirming against him.

“Hey,” Billy smirks, obviously pleased with her reaction as he lightly digs two fingers into her side. She jolts, her lips parting and shutting quickly as she tries to bite back a moan from her movements, “Steve was talking to you.” He pretends to frown, acting like it was rude. She blinks a few times, her eyes glazed over.

“Huh?” She breathes out, her eyes dilated and wide, “Oh, oh yeah. He’s really good.” Her tone is pitchy and rushed and she’s back to pressing her fingertips into his skin. Billy kisses her exposed shoulder, hiding his own grin as he feels triumphant as he turns to Steve. He starts to plot in his mind, thinking that he should have Kim on his cock the whole time so she doesn’t pay attention.

The night trickles by slowly and Billy can feel Steve growing more and more annoyed by the way Billy’s leg is pressed up against his. Billy’s ego soars in the fact that Steve can feel him stiffening each time he pushes up into Kim. He can feel Steve’s irritation each time a whimper slips free from her mouth, like he’s fully aware of what is happening.

Billy is tempted to pull out his phone and show Steve one of the many pictures or videos he has of Kim. He’s passed his phone around a dozen or so times around in his fraternity, liking the amazed look guys always get when he shows off just what his sweet little girlfriend is willing to do for him.

Kim’s squirming more and more as the night progresses and the look she sends him let’s him know she’s ready to retreat to her room. However, he’s not going to throw in the white flag that easily.

Steve perplexes him. Usually when he starts getting touchy with Kim in front of some poor bastard they start doing the same to their girlfriend. Steve doesn’t make a move to touch Gina in a similar way. He sits there still, doing his best to ignore Kim’s actions.

Gina’s soft sounds of sleep rattle Billy from his thoughts and he can hear Kim sighing in deep relief. Steve shifts for a moment, his back facing them as he attempts to pull Gina into his arms. Billy feels himself tensing up, sure that Steve is going to drop his girlfriend face forward onto the floor.

He finally gets a good balance as he rises, saying nothing as he carries Gina back towards her room. Kim is giggling as he shuts the door.

“That’s sweet,” She says gently, her eyes wandering over Billy’s features, “Steve is really sweet.” Billy scoffs in response, moving his hand up to grip her chin.

“You know it’s rude to talk about another man when you’re stuffed full of cock,” He smirks, sliding his tongue across his teeth at the way her eyes widen in pleasure, “Kinda makes you a bitch.”

She gapes as she’s shoving him backwards, his back lightly hitting the cushions as he smirks up at her. He licked his lips, moving his hands to her hips to steady her as she looked down at him.

“You need to be nice,” She drew out slowly, rocking her hips forward to earn a soft groan from him, “Are you jealous?” The glint in her eyes tells him she thinks it’s funny.

“Of that dweeb?” He grips her hips as he raises her along his cock before he roughly drops her on top. She moans loudly, her eyes fluttering shut tightly as he continues those rough motions, “What’s to be jealous of?” He questions, but she’s too far gone to answer.

“Oh God,” She cries out, her cunt dripping along his thick cock as he continues to rock her up and down the length of him. She rests her palms against his chest, starting to build a similar rhythm as moans pour from her lips, “Right there.” She was grinding her hips forward, desperately searching for her release.

Billy liked when she got like this. With her lips parted, her eyebrows knitted together and her face flushed. He groaned as he rubbed at her clit, watching the way she spasmed against him.

“Nasty little whore,” He licked his lips, gripping her thighs tightly as he rammed up into her harshly, “Do you think he could fuck you like this?”

“No, no,” She pleaded with him, her nails twisting into his skin in bliss as she cried out, “Only you!” Her eyes were glazed over, dark and youthful as she peered down at him. He groaned, pressing down on her sensitive bud harder to earn a louder cry from her.

“Do you belong to me?” He spit out harshly, his own pleasure beginning to twist and lick at his spine. He was finding it harder and harder to speak but he wanted to get the point across.

“Belong to you, Billy,” She whimpered, her thighs clenching tightly around his hips as she fell apart on top of him, “Oh god, yes, yes.” She wiggled, falling forward onto his chest as she came with a cry. He groaned, thrusting up even harder as he chased his own release. His balls smacked against her skin, echoing in the quiet living room as he silenced his own moans with her lips.

He licked the inside of her mouth, tasting her sweet sounds as he came inside of her again. She whimpered as she rubbed her hands across his chest, panting against his mouth as she tried to relax against his touch.

“Feel good?” He asked as he pushed her red strands behind her ears. She nodded, giggling breathlessly as she pecked a kiss against his nose. He wrinkled it for good measure.

“Tired,” She breathed out and she moved her slender arms around his neck, “I think you might have to carry me.” She suggested slyly, a giggle bursting free as she hid her face in the crook of his neck. He smiled, placing his own kiss against her soft cheek.

“Alright,” He pulled his soft cock from her cunt, holding her up gently so he could slide himself back into his pants. He stood up before he grabbed her hips and hoisted her over his shoulder. She screamed out, giggling as he patted her ass, “I’m only doing what you asked.”

“You’re such a dick.” She was giggling, her feet dangling high in the air as he carried her to her room. He smacked her flesh again, licking how weightless she felt in his arms.

“You love it.”

[steveshairychest]

I need s5 to start with Hopper and Joyce getting married.

I want to see Jonathan and Will walk their mum down the aisle and for El to be Joyce's maid of honour, Max is there as a bridesmaid, her wheelchair is decorated with flowers and she's even wearing a dress; she said this is the only time she'll ever wear a dress, she's alreadly told Lucas she's wearing a suit to their wedding.

Nancy is a bridesmaid as well, her hair is styled up and out of her face because she knows she's going to cry and she doesn't want her hair sticking to big, wet mascara tears. Jonathan had made her pose for at least 30 photos before she walked out. They've sorted things out, the both of them now wearing matching silver promise rings.

Steve stands next to Hopper, his suit is a little tight because he hasn't worn it since he took Nancy to prom in high school. When he'd rocked up in the suit that is so painfully tight he couldn't hug anyone, Robin had laughed so hard she'd smudged her make-up. "Why didn't you buy a new one?" She'd wheezed.

"I thought it would still fit."

"You're a grown man, Steven! You're not 17 anymore!"

Everyone cries. It's a beautiful, heart warming ceremony. Joyce's vows are nearly two pages long and full of so much emotion it causes half the crowd to sob, whereas Hopper's are only a few short paragraphs, but they are full of so much love and adoration.

From his spot next to Hopper, Steve sees the kids fake gag when the couple have their first kiss as husband and wife, but when they pull apart and beam at everyone in front of them, the kids jump out of their seats and cheer and clap excitedly. Steve's face hurts from smiling so much.

He pointedly ignores the empty seat next to Dustin, they'd left it free on purpose, for someone that they all wished could be there.

"I'm getting drunk tonight!" Hopper exclaims as they walk back down the aisle hand in hand. No one's ever seen him smile so much and it's absolutely contagious. Hopper's cheeks are flushed and his eyes are a little red from crying (he'd told everyone to forget they saw him crying) but he looks like the happiest person on the planet.

Joyce looks exactly the same. She's smiling up at Hopper and laughing as he swings their joint hands, their gold rings glinting in the afternoon sun as they head back into the Hopper-Byers house. They'd had the ceremony at home in their backyard.

It's a day full of family and friends, a day where they don't have to worry about monsters and gates, a day where they can all pretend that they are just a normal group of people.

But it doesn't last very long.

It's hard to ignore the way Will rubs the back of his neck and looks over his shoulder like something is watching him or how El, despite her efforts to look relaxed and happy, is very clearly on edge.

But they can ignore it for a day. Just one day.

[mysticraven20]

After reading a fair few Married LadyNoir fics, especially the AU from @art-the-f-up, I thought to myself how could the two have a funny reveal and this happened.

Caught Red Faced

Marinette was sure she was going to be late or die from a cardiac arrest trying to get there on time.

As she moved down the street, her whole body suddenly became unbearably frazzled as she checked her watch for what felt like the millionth time that minute. After a wonderful two weeks in paradise with her new husband; the peace and relaxation was terminated and she was thrust straight back into her ‘normal life’ — which, unfortunately, included the rat race which was Paris.

With a hop, skip and a jump, she manoeuvred herself through tiny gaps within crowds in a haste. She wasn’t too late, but that didn’t make it any more reasonable. She’d agreed to meet Adrien at 10am sharp for his suit fitting and right now it was 9:45am. 15 mins and two streets… she had this.

:read more:

When she’d woken up that morning she’d gotten a little… distracted. She had opted for a little more hubby time before having to get ready. Probably not her smartest move as it ended with a timed dash to get ready and out the door. Putting makeup on as she threw on her dress, it seemed equivalent to riding a mechanical bull and eating spaghetti — not that she’d tried; her husband on the other hand…

Leapfrogging over a tourist tying their shoe lace, she made a mental note to tell her Chat Noir as soon as she got home about her Olympic standard Paris tourist parkouring. He would eat it up!

‘Ladybug leapfrogging’ he’d say, ‘you’re an insect not an amphibian.’

The thought of her husband had her lost in thought as she accidentally stepped out into the road, sending an unlucky cyclist swerving around her and landing head first in a trash can.

“Sorry!” she apologetically yelled as she continued across the busy street and into the direction of the mansion.

One more street.

Her thoughts moved from Chat Noir to Adrien and Marinette couldn’t help but wonder why he still lived with his father? The blond ex-model was an influential, sophisticated, professional with a very well paid job. He could move out whenever he wanted. It just made zero sense.

Finally, reaching the gates, Marinette bent over and tried to gather her breath; hand on her knees and head down between her legs. Dear Lord! She knew going to an all inclusive 5* resort was asking for trouble. She’d have to run extra laps later to try and get her stamina back and burn off some of the margaritas and cheesecake. Maybe she could entice her better half with a game of kiss chase — hubba, hubba!

Pressing the buzzer, Nathalie welcomed Marinette and opened the gates. For once she didn’t have to break in; the whole experience of having the red carpet rolled out was kind of unnerving.

Standing tall, brushing her hands over her forehead and her skirt down, she strutted down the cobblestone pavement like a top class business woman, pouting her natural lips and puffing out her chest. But as she came to the front door, the friendship she’d gained with the Agrestes PA seemed to… disappear. Nathalie’s welcoming face seemed to be questioning her in the most unnerving way.

“H-H-Hi,” Marinette said with an awkward wave. Her bravado disappeared quicker than their most recent — easy — defeats of Monarch.

“Hello,” Nathalie waved back. Her eyes were wide and her mouth slightly open as her hand hung lifeless in the air.

“Adrien should be expecting me.” Marinette looked around the older woman and into the foyer of the house, hoping and praying she could spot her friend. If Adrien ever wanted to do his usual macho action of saving her, now would be an ideal time.

Nathalie nodded her head, her jaw still slack and glaring at Marinette’s face. Damn it! Had she messed up her makeup that badly? She blamed Chat for blowing air on her neck as she placed on her mascara.

“Shall I just?” Marinette mimed herself entering the mansion by pretending to walk her fingers in the direction of the hallway.

Nathalie nodded once again, and stepped to the side. The usually elegant lady tripped in her swift action, ending up clattering against the doorframe and not blinking. Maybe Marinette should go to the bathroom first? There was obviously something on her face which she needed to get off.

Staring at Nathalie as she walked past, Marinette took slow and steady steps, afraid she was going to scare the woman into cardiac arrest if she moved anything faster than a sloth.

“Marinette?” She heard her name being called from the top of the staircase and looked for the occupier of the voice; her feet halting on the first step.

“Hello?” she questioned back. That didn’t quite sound like Adrien. It sounded slightly altered, almost like her husbands. Oh God, two weeks on an island with the love of her life and now she was projecting his voice onto everyone else.

“Marinette?” It said again and she was starting to think maybe there was a ghost roaming the hallways. She wouldn’t be surprised. Perhaps it was Gabriel Agreste’s soul? Everyone knew the guy had lost it years ago. She snorted to herself before beginning to venture up the staircase.

A crashing sound echoed through the foyer and now she was certain the place was haunted.

“W-Who’s there?” Her voice stuttered, causing her to hold her bag closer to her chest.

“Marinette, it’s me!” A hand touched her shoulder and she almost turned around and kicked the guy hard in the cahoonas.

“Adrien? What the hell?” His hand placed gently against her lower back and began to push her towards his room. A slight tilt of her head had her eyes catching his thick, masculine neck… his very tanned neck .

The deep colour made his blond hair shine brighter than the sun, and a small flutter in her stomach directed her attention to how his green eyes would probably be popping with the added colour around his eyes and face. Oh dear! Where was her hand fan when she needed it?

Yes she was married, but there was nothing wrong with looking once in a while, right? He was just her best friend and an ex model, she couldn’t help it that he knew how to wear clothing correctly and pleasing to the eye. She was a designer at the end of the day, she loved perfect fitting clothes especially when the trousers cupped correctly around the…

“I thought your house was possessed!” she said, taking her mind out of the Adrien butt gutter.

He made a ghostly noise in her ear, grabbing hold of her hips and tickling her. She shrieked, running up the staircase and into his room. Adrien’s spooky ghost sounds following her up the staircase.

“I am the ghost of the floating sock!!” he announced, closing the door behind them.

Marinette looked to the right and then the left, finding nowhere to go. Eventually, she decided she was going to face him head on… and maybe punch him in the gut.

Turning swiftly, fists at the ready, her plan was foiled when she saw his face. Instead of hitting him with enough power to drop him to his knees, she let out an ear piercing scream!

Adrien’s eyes widened and, in turn, he screamed too! Adrien’s mortification upped Marinette’s own, her pitch intensifying as she let out another wail.

“What’s wrong with your face?” They pointed at each other as they spoke, a split second hovering between them before they pushed each other out the way in chase for the bathroom.

As they homed in on his door, Marinette felt herself flying to the side as Adrien elbowed her out the way in a triumphant move. Her butt landed hard on the floor, her hand going to her head as she was embraced in Adrien’s many, many curses.

“Oh fuck!”

From her seat on the floor, she heard him shriek again.

“No, no, no, no!”

Pushing herself to stand, she headed into the bathroom and stood beside him. Both mirrored the other's actions, which mirrored those reflecting back from the planet of glass, hands gripping the vanity to within an inch of its poor life.

“You don’t live here anymore. Do you?” she stated more than asked.

She studied his face as he studied hers. She was right, the green eyes definitely would have popped behind the tan — if the tan was there..

Like a guppy, Adrien’s mouth moved up and down in order to speak. Yet, nothing left his mouth. The action made the whole ordeal a lot more comical, and Marinette couldn’t help but burst out into fits of uncontrollable laughter.

She wrapped one hand around her stomach, the laughter shaking her to the core and sending tears to her eyes. Oh God, had this really just happened. The ‘reveal’ fanfics she’d read on the internet had been a lot more creative than this.

“How was the Maldives?” Marinette asked through her onslaught of laughter, her hand moving to her eyes and wiping the tears from underneath them. She didn’t even care that she looked like a yeti or, even worse, the woman from The Ring; this man loved her for better or for worse, a thought that started the laughter again.

Better – Ladybug.

Worse – Marinette.

“You know, I had to physically force myself out of the apartment today. I wanted to just stay in bed with my wife.” Adrien’s words sent them both into another spiral and Plagg and Tikki finally made an appearance. Their holders had officially gone insane.

“Marinette? Why are you –”

Tikki stopped as she eyed the mirror. Her small hand reaching out to Plagg and smacking him time and time again before pointing to the mirror. The kwamis came and settled on their holders shoulders, all four of them taking in the reflection in the mirror.

It seemed wearing a mask whilst in blazing sunshine wasn’t the greatest idea, as both heroes stood sporting a replica of their mask on their skin as the remaining flesh around it had a wonderful sun kissed glow.

“This is weird isn’t it?” Adrien said, placing an arm around his wife’s waist and pulling her into the side of his body. She watched his lips pull at the corner and she couldn’t help but wonder how she hadn’t noticed it before. It was right in front of her.

“Oh, yes. Totally.”

They continued to smile at each other through their reflections.

“I need to get a picture of this moment.” Adrien pulled his camera from his pocket and flipped the scene to take a selfie. “Hashtag: caught red faced.”

“Actually, that’s just your nose Kitty, which, by the way, looks so sore.”

Adrien stretched a hand and ran a finger over the bridge of his red tinged nose. “It’s okay, nowhere near what it was a week ago.”

Turning her head, Marinette looked up at Adrien and smiled. So this was her Kitty

“So, you’re the love of my life?” Marinette asked, pushing her hands up his biceps before gently stroking his neck and finishing by outlining the tan mark mask on his face.

“And what’s the verdict?” His hands cupped her waist and pulled her in closer, her heart rate kicking up even though they’d been this close numerous times in the past.

Pouting her lips, Marinette moved her mask stained face side to side. “I could have done worse.”

His fingers dug into her waist, tickling her and making her squeal. His own face lit up the entire room as he pulled her closer and continued, eventually taking her lips with his and sending her into the deep, deep depths of love. Something that had been so natural and comforting suddenly switched up a gear, bringing her memories back to the first time she’d kissed her partner in a moment of weakness and passion. It was all so perfect.

“So what do we do now?” Adrien asked, tenderly kissing her forehead before replacing his lips with his head.

“We go home and hide until our faces begin to match again.”

“That could be a long time, M’Lady,” Adrien smirked.

“I hope so,” she laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck and lifting onto her toes pressing a gentle kiss to his nose.

Heading back to the front door, Adrien led Marinette down the street and back to their apartment, loved up and blissfully ready to hide away with his wife.

That was until they turned the corner and bumped into a rather startled Alya.

“Oh, shit!”

[hellfireslut]

Too Chic for the Freak - part 2

word count : 1.5k

read part 1 : here

paring : eddie munson x fem!wheeler!reader / eddie munson x fem!cheerleader

characters : eddie munson, chrissy cunningham, jason carver, nancy wheeler, hawkins high students

warnings : swearing, name calling, crying, fluff, angst, jason carver mentions

a/n: thank you for all the love on the first part! reblogs are greatly appreciated!

Hawkins Highschool, 1986, Library

God, this is going to be a long year, is all I can think about as I ran out of the cafeteria. Jason just embarrassed me in front of the whole school and all of my “friends”. I don’t understand why they’re so hung up on the fact that I’m tutoring Eddie. Sure, he’s a bit different from our crowd but deep down he’s just a big ol’ nerd! I wish I had the courage to stand up for myself, instead of letting him boss me around like a lap dog. I spent far too long pretending to be someone I’m not. I don’t fit in with all those jocks and cheerleaders. I know I am one but, I don’t enjoy gossiping about other peoples business, and being more occupied about others opinions on me. I don’t want to keep Eddie waiting any longer, I should get to the library.

-

I tried to wipe the mascara and fallen tears off of my cheek, hoping nobody saw me sobbing the whole way here. The scent of fresh paper, ink, and dust filled my nose as I pushed open the door of the library. It was mostly empty during this time, considering it was lunch. Nice, quiet, and alone. I looked around for the long haired metalhead, searching the tables. I found him at the table in the farthest corner, looking down at a book on his lap. Be cool Y/N, just walk over to him and say hello. Or should I ask him what he’s reading? Maybe compliment him? No that’s too much, just act normal!

“Hey Eddie!”

“Oh, Y/N! Jesus you scared me, we’re the only ones in here.”

“Oh I’m sorry, hey whatcha’ reading?”

“To Kill A Mockingbird, very riveting material.”

How is he so charming without even trying? He looks so pretty just sitting there reading. I put my bag down beside his seat, haphazardly grabbing my notebook and pens from the back pocket. I sensed eyes on me, so I looked up, causing Eddie to turn the other way. Was he staring at me?

“Were you just staring at me, Munson?” Jesus I didn’t mean to say that out loud.

“And if I was? Is that a problem Wheeler?”

“No go on, stare some more, I enjoy the attention.”

I noticed Eddie spin his rings again. He’s nervous. Am I making him nervous? There’s no way in hell I’m making Eddie Munson nervous.

“Eddie, are you alright?”

“Never better Wheeler, so about this book?”

“Right, the book, sorry.”

I went to pick up one of my pens, not realizing Eddie was reaching for the same one, our hands brushed up against each other. Eddie pulled his hand away fast, and began scratching the back of his head. I slide the pen towards him, looking up at him with a smile. He smiled back to me, his face bright maroon with a rouge.

“Eddie, are you sure you want to do this? You seem a bit nervous.”

“That’s because you make me nervous, Wheeler.” His voice was almost inaudible, a hushed whisper.

“I’m not one of the big bad cheerleaders that are in the cafeteria, and I’m sure not anything like Jason. I enjoy talking to you Eddie, it’s a relief from Jock Central.”

“Aren’t your friends worried I’m going to sacrifice you for my cult?”

“It beats cheer practice.”

Eddie laughed, flashing his teeth with his radiant smile. He was nothing like how the rest of the school - and the town described him. He had a soft personality that was masked by his exterior. Leather jackets and band pins didn’t hide his charming demeanor. I flipped open to page 30 of the book, taking it from his lap, and placing it on the table. His ring clad hand grabbed the pencil from behind my ear, as he began writing down notes about the characters. His handwriting reflected his personality: a bit messy, but you could still read it. Once he finished writing, I began to explain the plot to him. His face shifted through many expressions as I spoke.

“So you’re telling me, there’s no mockingbirds in the story? Even though it’s called “To Kill A Mockingbird”?”

“Exactly! I mean it makes no sense, why would you name your book about something that has nothing to do with the book!”

We both laughed expressively, earning us a shush from the librarian, and a quiet sorry from Eddie. I turned my head to the sound of the library door opening. In walked my sister, Nancy. When she noticed it was me sitting in the library she made her way toward Eddie and I.

Nancy, I am begging you, please do not embarrass me in front of him.

“Hey little sis! How’s the tutoring going?”

“It’s going good, despite the fact that Eddie reads extremely slow.”

“It’s Y/N’s fault, she didn’t tell me I’d actually have to read.” Eddie threw the book towards me, I swiftly caught it, sticking my tongue out towards him.

“Oh! You’re Eddie! Y/N talks a lot about you, but I didn’t know she was tutoring you.”

“So little Wheeler talks about me at family dinner, wow I am truly honored.” He had a cocky, and smug look painted across his lips.

Jesus Nance, you’re going to be the death of me.

“Yeah, she’s always talking about how cute-“

“That’s enough Nancy! Don’t you have a newspaper to write about?”

“Yeah, that’s why I’m here actually. Just picking up some research materials. You two have fun studying though, see you at home Y/N.”

I let a small bye escape my lips, as I placed my face in my hands, letting out a large sigh.

“I’m sorry about her Eds, I never said that, she just loves to embarrass me.”

“It’s fine Y/N, I’m flattered honestly.”

Flattered? Just let me down easily Eddie, I can take it. I mean I don’t know what I was thinking trying to go for someone who’s the complete opposite of everything and everyone I associate myself with.

“So you don’t think it’s weird that I like you?” I looked down into my lap, trying to avoid the reject that was about to come.

Eddie’s head shot up, facing towards me. He had a confused and surprised look splattered across his face.

“Wait, you like me?”

He didn’t know!? Could he not tell? Maybe I was being too subtle, but Nancy just told him how I talk about him being cute all the time.

“Oh yeah, I thought I made it obvious when I asked you to be my student for tutors week.”

Eddie sat there with his arms crossed against his abdomen. I could tell he was thinking of what to say next. It felt like years when he finally spoke again.

“And this isn’t some trick you and your pep squad have planned to embarrass me?”

“Eddie, I’ve liked you before I even became a cheerleader.”

“But, I thought you were with Jason Carver?”

“God no, he’s been trying to get with me ever since Chrissy introduced me to him last semester. He’s not really my type, and he’s an asshole to you.”

“So what is your type then?”

“I don’t know… long hair? Maybe plays guitar, has his own band? Ring any bells?”

“Hmm, I don’t know. He sort of sounds like this guy I know that likes girls with Y/H/C hair, sparkly white shoes, and are head of the cheer team.”

“I’m not head of the cheer team dummy!”

“Close enough.”

We sat there in silence for about a minute, waiting for the other person to talk first. I really want to kiss him, maybe I should just go for it. My thoughts were suddenly cut off my Eddie’s voice.

“Y/N, can I kiss you?”

Before I could shake my head in response, I pressed my lips agains his. His hand traveled to my cheek, holding it as he rubbed his thumb across my face. His lips tasted of cigarettes, intertwining with my cherry chapstick. I pulled away from his face, slightly blushing from the way I made him flustered.

“Does this mean, you also like me?”

“I don’t go around kissing girls I don’t like, Wheeler.”

Though thoughts of swooning and sparks of romance should have been flooding my mind all I could think about was:

God, I can’t wait to tell Chrissy!

[thesixthplaneteer]

OC-tober Day 8 - Past

Pretty late on this one but I wanted to put a little more love into it. Below the break is a write-up for how Nythanel and Noa met. Back in the olden days of the early 80s in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, two young ghouls meet at a disco and have no idea what the future holds. Side note: Nathaniel is the name Nythanel went by after he started his transition but was still in his caring about what other people think era.

The club was bustling but far from a packed house. Nathaniel patted his duffel bag to ease his anxiety and remind himself it was there. He decided on unbuttoning just one more button on his light blue shirt creating a window to his bare chest, ends of the vine tattoos under his breasts just peeking into view. The legs of his gray pants were straight since his domitor disliked the look of flared pants. His white shoes were polished but nothing would buff out the nicks, creases, and scuffs he's built up over time. The music drowned out the voices, the lights were low, and the drinks were flowing. Locals and tourists mingled at the bar and on the dance floor making a menagerie  of styles. He took a moment to breathe in the atmosphere. The smell of tobacco and alcohol is strongly present in every breath. The musk of age hasn't set into the place yet, it was practically brand new. Unfortunately there wasn’t time to join in on the fun. He was already running a bit late for his meetup due to his last fight not going too well. He took a deep breath to ready himself and started his search for Joaquin. 

Even in the low light it didn't take him long to see the recognizable bulldog, but still handsome, face of Joaquin. He had strong arms and dark hair on most of his exposed skin. He was wearing a red polo shirt that was tight on his chest and arms only making his strength all the more apparent. Nathaniel got a bit excited, it was obvious Joaquin was dressed up for someone. However his excitement was quickly replaced with curiosity for the person sitting next to Joaquin. A girl seemingly too young to be in the club, looking out onto the dance floor. Her dark curly hair was styled to be reserved and combed back with a large pink bow. She had on a pink knitted short sleeve turtleneck. She only seemed to have on eyeliner and mascara but her lips were a stand out red. She seemed so much more proper than him. Posture perfect, hands clasped in her lap. Joaquin on the other hand was leaning back and relaxed with his arm over the back of the girl's chair.  

He wanted to stop by the bar for a drink but he needed to know who Joaquin was with and why she was here. Straight to the table he went. 

As he drew near he smiled and called out. "Hey Quino!" 

Joaquin looked away from the girl and the small smile he had faded. "You show up late and looking like shit? Come on, button that up!" He then gestures to the girl like that was supposed to mean something to Nathaniel.

Nathaniel couldn't pretend to be hurt by Joaquin’s insult, he was kind of right. His lip was split, he was sporting a hell of a black eye, and there was an unmissable bruise on his jaw. His knuckles were red and scraped, the skin on his hands still had the tell tale signs of being wrapped. His loose curly hair was only pushed back in a quick attempt to fix himself up. It certainly was far from his most stunning night.

"Maybe I would have made a little more effort if I knew there would be a guest." Nathaniel then looked at the girl with a smile and held out his hand to her. "Since Quino is too rude to introduce us, I'll do it. I'm Doctor Nathaniel Loken." 

Joaquin grumbled under his breath at Nathaniel’s familiarity.

She hesitated for just a moment, then took his hand. "Noa Hidalgo." Her voice was surprisingly deep and reverberant given her stature. 

Nathaniel realized why Joaquin was a little more dressed up and why he was being more of a jerk than normal. However he wanted details, to know the fine particulars of who she is to Joaquin. He released her hand and sat down, placing his duffle bag under the table between his feet. 

"What kind of doctor are you?" She asked with a genuine curiosity but there was a stiffness in her tone. 

"I hold a PhD in biochemistry with a focus on plant biochemistry." 

"That's fascinating. Joaquin told me you were a florist." She certainly seems much more friendly than Joaquin.

"He is a florist." Joaquin said, cutting into the conversation. 

Nathaniel rolled his eyes. "Yes, I am also a florist. Also a boxer and an arborist. I'm a multifaceted and very talented individual." He said with a smile. "But that's enough about me, tell me about you." 

"I-" Noa started before Joaquin cut her off, the hand not holding her chair waving a bit. 

"Ah ah ah, remember?" 

Noa turned her head to look at Joaquin, her expression not quite a scowl but obviously not happy. She even seemed to sit up a little straighter. "I know what I shouldn't say." She used her voice to full effect and Joaquin seemed cowed for the moment. 

“We are here for business, not for you both to get friendly.” Joaquin spat out and glared at Nathaniel.

Nathaniel put his hands up in mock surrender. “I’m just trying to be polite and carry on a conversation.”  

“Very well.” Noa said and looked back at Nathaniel. “Do you have what we are here for?” 

“I do. All tucked away safely in my bag.” Nathaniel said, mind still racing to figure out who she was to Joaquin. "Take the whole bag. Just bring my underwear back this time, Quino." He gave the obviously unamused man a wink to cap it off. 

Joaquin's hand balled into a white knuckled fist. His nose flared and he took heavy breaths. 

Noa looked at him with what seemed like concern and worry. 

Nathaniel sank into himself a bit. A thought that's popped into his mind pretty often over the last few years popped up again. Did I take it too far? 

He sat up and opened his mouth to speak, possibly even apologize, but a giggle from Noa stopped him.

She had a hand covering her mouth as her giggle began to crescendo into a full laugh, cut short by a snort. She then cleared her throat and tried to recompose herself. 

Joaquin slumped and looked at her. "Don't laugh, that'll encourage him." He said in a defeated tone.

Her laugh put Nathaniel at ease too. He smiled and enjoyed the tension being broken. 

"Don't let him get to you." Noa told Joaquin in between final giggles. "And Dr Loken. No more teasing my brother please." 

Nathaniel felt a smug satisfaction at her reveal of their relationship. He got what he really wanted in the end. "I'll do my best to refrain." It now made sense why she was looking so longingly at the dance floor. Protective older brother was hovering too close to have fun. The poor thing. He thinks to himself. 

"Come on, let's get this to the car." Joaquin said to Noa as he reached under the table and grabbed the bag. 

"Oh, right." Noa said and started to stand. She seemed disappointed.

"Noa why don't you stay so we can get to know each other?" Nathaniel said with a small smile. "After all it seems like we might be working together more." 

She seemed to brighten up a bit. "Yes, I would like to."

Joaquin rolled his eyes and huffed. "You're buying the drinks tonight, hombrecito." He said and practically stormed out of the club.

"What would-" She said as she began to sit down. Before she could, Nathaniel jumped up and grabbed her hand. 

"Let’s dance!" He said as he started to drag her to the dance floor. 

"What?" She said, her eyes went wide and her body seemed to become rigid.

"I saw you eyeing the dance floor earlier. Come on let’s boogie! Before Joaquin gets back!" He said with a grin. 

Noa blushed, looking down at his hand then back up at him. "I have only ballroom danced." She choked out. 

"I'll lead you then. You'll catch on." Nathaniel assured her. He lightly pulled her to the dance floor and she followed.

"Joaquin will get angry with you." She continued her weak reasoning as Nathaniel started to dance next to her. She was moving with the music as well but stiff and unsure. 

"Won't be the last time he gets mad at me either." He said with a self confident smirk.

Over several minutes Noa loosened her movements and pushed through her anxieties to start really dancing. They had only a few more minutes before Joaquin showed back up. Nathaniel was too focused in the moment to see him coming. 

Nathaniel felt a large rough hand grab him by the scruff of his collar, yanking him backwards. If it were anyone but Joaquin, he may have found it arousing. He was now face to face with Joaquin who kept his grip tight. 

Noa stopped dancing, she seemed worried over what may happen but didn't try to stop it. 

"Want that drink?" Nathaniel said, but braced for the possible punch coming his way. 

Joaquin looked over to Noa, then back to Nathaniel. "Yeah, that's a good idea."

Nathaniel exhaled in relief that this didn’t devolve into him and Joaquin fighting. Although, considering the damage Joaquin was going to do to his wallet, maybe they should have just fought. The three of them go to the bar and Joaquin gets right into ordering shots. Nathaniel’s own competitive pride forced him to match Joaquin and try to outdo him. The vitae in their blood made getting drunk difficult but before the night was over, they certainly were. Noa on the other hand let the boys make fools of themself and enjoyed non-alcoholic mixed drinks. They drank, danced, and drank even deeper into the night. At least until Nathaniel got a little too friendly with a man that didn’t appreciate it. The one sided brawl was an exciting end to their little private festivities.

“That was the best night I’ve ever had!” Noa nearly squealed when they managed to escape to the outside of the disco, a huge smile showing off perfect little white teeth. Her hands were clenched to her chest as if she couldn’t contain whatever emotions she had. It made Nathaniel smile, definitely refreshing after having to deal with the cold shoulders and angry scowls of Joaquin and the other Hidalgo goons. “Well, stick with me, and the fun nights never have to stop!” He made a small flourish with his fingers, definitely still drunk despite all the vitae. “Your magic man with the plan, don’t forget it!” 

Joaquin rolled his eyes as Noa giggled once more, and he grabbed her by the forearm, gently tugging her towards the direction of his car. They said their farewells, and Nathaniel stumbled to his scooter and putted off. The fight, the cool night air, a possible new in to this new world, and the vitae in his blood helping him sober up.